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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Bird Let Loose

By Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

THE BIRD let loose in eastern skies,

When hastening fondly home,

Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies

Where idle warblers roam;

But high she shoots through air and light,

Above all low delay,

Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,

Nor shadows dim her way.

So grant me, God, from every care

And stain of passion free,

Aloft, through virtue’s purer air,

To hold my course to thee!

No sin to cloud, no lure to stay

My soul, as home she springs:

Thy sunshine on her joyful way,

Thy freedom in her wings!