FROM the soft south the constant bird comes back, Faith-led, to find the welcome of the spring In the old boughs whereto she used to cling Before she sought the unknown southward track: Above the Winter and the storm-cloud's wrack She hears the prophecy of days that bring The Summer's pride, and plumes her homeward wing To seek again the joys that exiles lack. Shall I of little faith, less brave than she, Set forth unwillingly my goal to find, Go home from exile with reluctant mind, Distrust the steadfast stars I cannot see, And doubt the heavens because my eyes are blind? Nay! Give me faith like wings to soar to Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAEUS by WILLIAM JONES AN EPIGRAM ON SCOLDING by JONATHAN SWIFT THE CRICKET by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN PSALM 81 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A WORLD BEYOND by NATHANIEL INGERSOLL BOWDITCH THE DESCENDANT AND THE ID (MONOLOGUE IN REGARD TO HEREDITY) by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: REVELATION by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS |