Winging towards celestial fire,
Up to the golden sunset flames,
See him mounting—higher, higher—
As if rejecting earthly claims.
And soon below, in milder radiance,
He will sing, here, on this tree,
Pouring forth cascading gladness
In a shower, for you and me.
Glory that he gleans in soaring
He in turn gives out again,
Blessing human hearts, and helping
Them forget their grief and pain.
Winged friend, we too may soar
Afar and then return to sing—
To mental heights in meekness mount,
Secure on Truth's unwavering wing,
And live our hymn of happy praise
In earnest thought and loving deed,
Proving the gracious might of Mind
To end belief in pain, or need.
Yea, while you soar in singing heavens,
We look to Love to lift us high,
And take our way on wing divine,
Dear bird that flits the flaming sky.
