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...OUR CHRIST by HARRY WEBB FARRINGTON HESPERUS THE BRINGER by SAPPHO SONG OF AN ATOM by JOSEPHINE BARNETT BLIND FOLK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE MY FLOWERS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER HAREBELLS by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |