Fly Away
Fly away little bird
from whence you came
into my freezing hand.
There is little fire
in my heart
to keep thy soul in winter.
I can no more join
Thy sweet angelic psalm.
My voice is gone
From my lamentations
Of my lost Evangeline.
Fly away
Beyond dark snares
To perfect rest
My arms cannot provide.
Fly away
O prey of love
from whence you came
To the cage of freedom.
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