"HARMLESS AS DOVES"

Grieve not for eagle's flight that sweeps the wideDim vastnesses beyond the cloud-hung peaks;That spurns the gentle lands and, restless, seeksThe spume-stung headlands where the cold rains rideThe hollow winds above the churning tide.Yours be no aerie where, with claws and beaks,A brood of eaglets tears its prey, and shrieksIts proud existence to the mountainside.

There is a gentler way. Here in the sunBeside the dawn-cool doorstep lilacs swingWith catbirds, orioles, and wrens, each oneEnduing day with song. God gives us wing.Grieve not for flight-sheared space or storms outrun.Enough that we are air-borne; that we sing.

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