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TRIOLET by PATRICK CAREY

First Line: BY AMBITION RAISED HIGH
Last Line: GIVE, O GIVE ME THE DOVE'S WINGS!
Subject(s): AMBITION; FLIGHT; FLYING;

I

BY ambition raised high,
Oft did I
Seek (though bruis'd with falls) to fly.
When I saw the pomp of kings
Plac'd above,
I did love
To draw near, and wish'd for wings.

II

All these joys which caught my mind
Now I find
To be bubbles, full of wind:
Glow-worms, only shining bright
When that we
Blinded be
By dark folly's stupid night.

III

Looking up then I did go
To and fro,
When indeed they were below:
For now that mine eyes see clear,
Fair no more
Small and poor,
Far beneath me they appear.

IV

But a nobler light I spy,
Much more high
Than that sun which shines i' th' sky:
Since it's sight, all earthly things
I detest;
There to rest,
Give, O give me the dove's wings!



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