Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1879-08-14
original guetrg.
For the Yorkville Enquirer.
TO A BIRD ON WING.
BY ORION.

Brave and dauntless little rover,
On thy pinions light and free,
Thou art rowing this world over,
AS vessel sails the sea.
The boundless realms Of space are thine;
Where you will there you may 60,
To any point, at any time,
Freely as the winds that blow!
Free wanderer, behold thy flight,
As alone, you dart on through
The mighty void, at such height,
Just beneath the welkin blue.
Yea, till you near the orbs of flame,
You 20 darting OH your way,
Brim full of life and free from pain,
Fearing nothing but delay!
But tell me, will you, why from earth
You have sped so far away?
Do you hold it of little worth,
And unworthy of thy stay?
Or, had you rather live alone.
A free ranger Of the sky, ....
Than claim the earth all as your own,
With all the good it can supply?
Do you know where you are going, .
With such earnestness and speed -
Through the wind so fiercely blowing,
That portends storm indeed.
Tell me, do you rove for pleasure,
Or to find greater good,
And that, too, in fuller measure
Than all earth can you afford
Or flee you thus from earth's sorrows,
Her many troubles, tolls and strife,
Revolving crimes and bloody horrors,
To peaceful home for life?
On some far off and distant shore,
In a better cline than this,
Where you may find forever more
In perfection every bliss?
Say, do you, like all mortals, sigh
For higher, purer home,
The brightest of all worlds on high
That atiorns the mighty dome =?
Oh! do you thus on restless wing,
Seek that quiet and repose
That nothing here on earth can bring
A peace that only heaven knows
But be thy purpose what it may,
All around thee now is bright. ta
Fen earth, by the suns refulgent ray,
Rolls in beauty to thy sight. Il
There's not one blight or stain OF sin
In the heavens through which you rove;
Harmonious as the spheres that sing
Their everlasting song OF love.
Then onward go-your course pursue,
For Pm sure you'll not be lost,
Fen should you wander far from view,
On distant stormy coast;
An hand unseen will guide thy flight,
Asyou onward wing thy way,
Swift as the beams of morning light,
Though wild tempest round thee play.
What care you for the storms loud crash,
Or the believing thunder's roar?
What for the vivid lightnings flash,
When above them all you soar?
Gaily careering on through space,
Guided by an instinct true,
Can for yourself, most surely trace
The hid'n paths you should pursue.
'Tis true the clouds are gathering fast,
And rise round thee like wall;
But fitting on before the blast.
CometaTke, you'il dart through all
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With many a rare antic,
How bright the scene, Pm glad came,
live, and lifes romantic!
Then on and up forever sail,
In heavens best tranquility;
Sporting thyself in every gale,
And enjoy thy liberty.
For on the earth there's none more bleSt,
Sailing through the open air.
Where nothing ever was oppressed,
And all that there is, is fair.
Oh brave courageous little one,
have gazed till I, like you,
Would gladly sail forever on
In triumph through the realms of blue
Leaving this selfish world behind,
And all that it hath given.
Could I but mount the viewless wind,
And sail away to heaven.
For pleasures there will never cloy,
Nor will any comfort die,
But will increase with every joy,
AS we up and onward fly
Through radiant realms Of golden light,
Ever rejoicing as we may,
Where all is peace and gives delight,
And there's nothing knows decay,