TO moping owl, And loathsome bat, Leave starless gloom. The mole may burrow, But the bird will soar, And all the echoing wood With music flood. Wouldst thou be free? Follow the sunlight; Caverns dark forsake, Where crumbling hopes and fears Of creeds and races dead, Moulder in slow decay, And nevermore the golden sun Sheds warmth and welcome cheer. The morning-red with radiant wing salute; Through azure spaces of unclouded sky, Follow with glad triumphant song, The glory of the opening day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL |