THE BIRD LET LOOSE.
The bird lot loose in eastern skies, When hastening fondly home, Xn'cr stoops to earth her wing, nor rues. Where idle warblers roam; , But hig-h she shoots through sir and U&nt. Ahov-j »U low delay, , Where nothing earthly bounds her fligflt, i Nor shadows dim her way. So grant mc, God, from every cars Ar.d stain of passion free Aloft through virtue's purer sir, To hold my coiiree to thee! I\'o sin to ok«ucr, no lure to stay My itoul, o.s home i»ho springs; Thy Biir.«hine on her joyful way, Thy freedom in her wings.
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Press, Volume LXIII, Issue 12969, 23 November 1907, Page 12
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