YE too, the free and fearless birds of air, Were charged that hour, on missionary wing, The same bright lesson o'er the seas to bear, Heaven-guided wanderers, with the winds of spring. Sing on, before the storm and after, sing! And call us to your echoing woods away From worldly cares; and bid our spirits bring Faith to imbibe deep wisdom from your lay. So may those blessed vernal strains renew Childhood, a childhood yet more pure and true E'en than the first, within the awakened mind; While sweetly, joyously, they tell of life, That knows no doubts, no questionings, no strife, But hangs upon its God, unconsciously resigned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET A MORE ANCIENT MARINER by BLISS CARMAN THE BATTLEFIELD by EMILY DICKINSON TO AGE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |