LIBERTY.
A little dove impatient grew,
And weary of his bars.
He longed to break his prison bonds,
And soar among the stars.
He beat his wings against the bars,
And vainly tried to break
The door of his small prison house.
That freedom he might take.
For liberty he ever sought,
He did not love his home.
He ever wished that he was free
Around the world to roam.
The little dove most weary was;
Unhappy and distraught.
O why should he a prisoner be?
For liberty he fought.
But all in vain, he could not break
The bars that held him fast.
The future seemed as dark to him
As had been all his past.
At last with broken, bleeding wings,
He fell to earth in death.
For freedom sweet, for liberty,
He cried with his last breath.