| Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829. | | | | The Winged Worshippers | | By Charles Sprague (17911875) |
| | | | Two swallows, having flown into church during divine service, were apostrophized in the following stanzas. |
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, | |
| Blessd 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 reard 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 you 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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