. Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant. ght mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seekst thou the plashy brinkOf weedy lake, or marge of river wide,Or where the rocking billows riseand sinkOn the chafed ocean-side? There is a Power whose careTeaches thy way along that pathless coast—The desert and illimitable air— Lone wandering, but not lost. 19 LEAFLETS FROM STANDARD AUTHORS. All day thy wings have fanned,At that far height, thecold, thin atmosphere,Yet stoop not, weary, to the wel-come land,Though the dark n
. Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant. ght mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seekst thou the plashy brinkOf weedy lake, or marge of river wide,Or where the rocking billows riseand sinkOn the chafed ocean-side? There is a Power whose careTeaches thy way along that pathless coast—The desert and illimitable air— Lone wandering, but not lost. 19 LEAFLETS FROM STANDARD AUTHORS. All day thy wings have fanned,At that far height, thecold, thin atmosphere,Yet stoop not, weary, to the wel-come land,Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end;Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,And scream among thy fellows; reedsshall bend,Soon, oer thy sheltered nest. Thourt gone, the abyss of heavenHath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heartDeeply has sunk the lesson thou hastgiven,And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone,Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,In the long way that I must treadalone,Will lead my steps 20 BRYANT.
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