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THE HOMING BIRD by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON

First Line: THE SOUL IS LIKE A HOMING BIRD THAT'S SURE
Last Line: TO REACH THE NATIVE LOFT, THE LONESOME MATE.
Subject(s): BIRDS; LOVE; SOUL;
THE soul is like a homing bird that's sure
To wing its way to the beloved place;
Above the sea or land, through air more pure
Than mortal breathes, it cleaves the tracts of space,
Steered by a yearning wonderful, elate
To reach the native loft, the lonesome mate.



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