BIRDS OF PASSAGE
From the North where the snows come sweeping,
To the South where poppies glow;
Thy changeless course thou’rt keeping,
Unswerved by winds that blow.
From the South to the North aquiver
With awakened life, thou dost wing
Thy flight over plain and river,—
At the whispered call of Spring.
With unwavering purpose thou hiest,
Untiring, through leagues of air;
Ne’er doubting thy wings, thou fliest,
Content—for thou knowest where.
Blest birds of passage, oh, teach me:—
Life’s soft inner call to obey,
To turn where death’s blight cannot reach me,
And keep to my course each day;
To press on, nor faint—never drifting;
Trusting my invincible soul,—
The wings that, unfailing, are lifting;—
At peace with Life—knowing my goal.