The Bird, Let Loose. (Air.--Beethoven.)
By Thomas Moore
The bird, let loose in eastern skies,[1] When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots thro' air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, thro' Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs;-- Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings!
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