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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
432. Fledglings
By Thomas Lake Harris
WHY should we waste and weep?
    The Summers weave
A nest of blossoms deep.
    Sad hearts, why grieve?
We downy birdlings are        5
    Unfledged for flight:
God’s love-wind woos afar;
    Its name, Delight.
From arcades vast and dim
    What songs disthrall?        10
Through Nature’s endless hymn,
    Our kindred call.
Mysterious murmurings,
    When night is lone,
Glide, as to lift our wings        15
    For flights unknown.
In melody we form,
    By sweetness fill:
For gladness, pure and warm,
    Our bosoms thrill.        20
Soon shall our choiring bands,
    Upborne for glee,
Find in God’s garden lands
    Their bridal tree.
Eternity prepares        25
    Her gift in Time,
And flows by fragrant airs
    That lead the prime.
Chill shadows touch the eyes;
    Their orbs are wet;        30
But God shall for us rise,
    When stars have set.


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