True lies upon my mind,
Thy wonders, O Lord above...
Of all wonders, is a kind
That fearless soaring dove.
Free such a bird, none has yet seen
A flap, a second, and lo Behold!
She soars onwards to conquer
Her own way of life untold.
A chirping, tittering, sonorous song,
Merry, mellifluous, melodious, long
My lovely bird, its feathered plume,
Drives away my dreary gloom
I I sit astride and learn anew,
The causes of happiness, one among few
How sings the bird so, though its cage
Confines and holds it for all its age
Each day i hear another song,
I have a guide, all along
That though te world be good or bad,
Sing i must a happy song
If I had a winged pair
It'd be my solemn vow
I'd fly unseen to lands of yore
And rid mensfolk of troubled sore.