Frail wings in the nest
Newly freed
From the round dark
Have the seed
Of flight
And have the need
Of quest
And the might
To lift the lark.
Just so
Small hopes nesting in the heart
Must grow
And prove their worth—
Their pinioned part—
In lifting thought
Above the earth
When freedom must be sought.
How mighty is the power
Of God, Life, Truth, and Love,
That lends its strength in every hour
Whether
To fawn-gray feather
Streaking across the blue
Or to hopes seeking new
Fields above
The world of strife!
How free is Life
That springs
To furnish vital zeal!
How sure is Truth to lift
Unfolded wings
And make the upward-soaring swift
When there is need to break in full
Earth's downward pull
That thought is mindful of!
How tender-strong is Love
To heal!
