Birds Of Passage

From the North where the snows come sweeping, To the South where poppies glow; Thy changeless course thou’rt keeping, Unswerved by winds that blow. From the South to the North aquiver With awakened life, thou dost wing Thy flight over plain and river,-- At the whispered call of Spring. With unwavering purpose thou hiest, Untiring, through leagues of air; Ne’er doubting thy wings, thou fliest, Content--for thou knowest where.

Blest birds of passage, oh, teach me:-- Life’s soft inner call to obey, To turn where death’s blight cannot reach me, And keep to my course each day; To press on, nor faint--never drifting; Trusting my invincible soul,-- The wings that, unfailing, are lifting;-- At peace with Life--knowing my goal.