THE WOUNDED VULTURE.
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In vain with swift pursuing shot
The hunter seeks his prey,
Circling and circling upward still
On his majestic way.
The hunter seeks his prey,
Circling and circling upward still
On his majestic way.
Up to the blue empyrean
He wings his steady flight,
Till his receding form is lost
In the full flood of light.
He wings his steady flight,
Till his receding form is lost
In the full flood of light.
Oh wounded heart! oh suffering soul!
Sit not with folded wing,
Where broken dreams and ruined hopes
Their mournful shadows fling.
Sit not with folded wing,
Where broken dreams and ruined hopes
Their mournful shadows fling.
Outspread thy pinions like that bird,
Take thou the path sublime,
Beyond the flying shafts of Fate,
Beyond the wounds of Time.
Take thou the path sublime,
Beyond the flying shafts of Fate,
Beyond the wounds of Time.
Mount upward! brave the clouds and storms!
Above life’s desert plain
There is a calmer, purer air,
A heaven thou, too, may’st gain.
Above life’s desert plain
There is a calmer, purer air,
A heaven thou, too, may’st gain.
