| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 76. The Winged Worshippers |
| | | By Charles Sprague |
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| GAY, guiltless pair, | |
| What seek ye from the fields of heaven? | |
| Ye have no need of prayer, | |
| Ye have no sins to be forgiven. | |
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| Why perch ye here, | 5 |
| Where mortals to their Maker bend? | |
| Can your pure spirits fear | |
| The God ye never could offend? | |
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| Ye never knew | |
| The crimes for which we come to weep. | 10 |
| Penance is not for you, | |
| Blessed wanderers of the upper deep. | |
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| To you t is given | |
| To wake sweet Natures untaught lays, | |
| Beneath the arch of heaven | 15 |
| To chirp away a life of praise. | |
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| Then spread each wing, | |
| Far, far above, oer lakes and lands, | |
| And join the choirs that sing | |
| In yon blue dome not reared with hands | 20 |
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| Or, if ye stay | |
| To note the consecrated hour, | |
| Teach me the airy way, | |
| And let me try your envied power. | |
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| Above the crowd, | 25 |
| On upward wings could I but fly, | |
| I d bathe in yon bright cloud, | |
| And seek the stars that gem the sky. | |
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| T were Heaven indeed | |
| Through fields of trackless light to soar, | 30 |
| On natures charms to feed, | |
| And Natures own great God adore. | |
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