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From The Birmingham Age Herald, November 21, 1913. By Thomas More.

The bird let loose in Eastern skies
    When hastening fondly home
Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
    Where idle warblers roam.
But high she shoots through air and light
    Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight
    Nor shadow dims her way.

So grant me, God, from every care
    And stain of passion free.
Aloft, through Virtue’s purer air
    To hold my course to thee!
No sin to cloud nor lure to stray
    My soul as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
    Thy freedom in her wings!

From The Birmingham Age-Herald, April 4, 1913.
 By Thomas Moore.
 

 The time I’ve lost in wooing,
 In watching and pursuing
     The light that lies
     In woman’s eyes
 Has been my heart’s undoing.
 Though wisdom oft has sought me
 I scorn’d the lore she brought me,
     My only books
     Were woman’s looks,
 And folly’s all they’ve taught me.
 
 Her smile when beauty granted,
 I hung with gaze enchanted,
     Like him the sprite
     Whom maids by night
 Oft met in glen that’s haunted.
 Like him, too, beauty won me
 But while her eyes were on me
     If once their ray
     Was turned away
 Oh! Winds could not outrun me.
 
 And are those follies going?
 And is my proud heart growing
     Too cold or wise
     For brilliant eyes
 Again to set it glowing?
 No—vain, alas! The endeavor
 From bonds so sweet to sever;
     Poor wisdom’s chance
     Against a glance
 Is now as weak as ever.