Bird Of Hope

Soar not too high, O bird of Hope!
Because the skies are fair;
The tempest may come on apace
And overcome thee there.

When far above the mountain tops
Thou soarest, over all –
If, then, the storm should press thee back,
How great would be thy fall!

And thou wouldst lie here at my feet,
A poor and lifeless thing, -
A torn and bleeding birdling,
With limp and broken wing.

Sing not too loud, O bird of Hope!
Because the day is bright;
The sunshine cannot always last –
The morn precedes the night.

And if thy song is of the day,
Then when the day grows dim,
Forlorn and voiceless thou wouldst sit
Among the shadows grim.

Oh! I would have thee soar and sing,
But not too high, or loud,
Remembering that day meets night –
The brilliant sun the cloud.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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A masterpiece with a heartfelt message...
Soar not too high, O bird of Hope! Because the skies are fair; The tempest may come on apace And overcome thee there - - These initial lines tells that the hopes must have a limit. Too much hope may bring despire.
Brilliant poem.. So lyrical..
An awesome poem on hope.
An awesome poem on hope.
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