BECAUSE I built my nest so high, Must I despair If a fierce wind, with bitter cry, Passes the lower branches by, And mine makes bare? Because I hung it, in my pride, So near the skies, Higher than other nests abide, Must I lament if far and wide It scattered lies? I shall but build, and build my best, Till, safety won, I hang aloft my new-made nest, High as of old, and see it rest As near the sun. |