Wingssoar Out of thy wilderness Till earth grow less and less, Heaven, more and more. Be thou a bird, and mount and soar and sing, Till all the air shall be Vibrant with ecstasy Beneath thy wing. Be thou a bird. thy haunt the boundless sky; Cleave thou the cloudy rack Till thy unbeaten track In sunshine lie. Be thou a bird, and trust, the autumn come, That through the pathless air Thou shalt find otherwhere, Unerring, home. ___Arthur Graves Canfield
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