451. C. M. Moore.
Heaven Desired.
1The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam.
2But high she shoots through air and light--
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.
3So grant me, God, from every snare
Of sinful passion free,
Aloft through faith's serener air
To hold my course to thee.
4No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings.