As birds that fly, so let our thought aspire
By faith into the infinite of peace,
Rise swiftly from the spread nets of desire,
And find divine deliverance and release.
Let subtle tempters set their lure in vain,
Who seek to slay, by whom the net is spread;
With clear sight of the refuge we may gain,
The gift of wings delivers us from dread.
Where is the enemy? We hate no more,
And so are safe from all the powers of wrong.
The lark invites us, which at dawn can soar
While pouring forth its gift of grateful song.
