CAUGHT UP ON WINGS.
Caught up on wings am I!
The rapture of the sky—
Is mine as in my flight
Through boundless spaces bright—
Delirium of light—
I soar on high—on high—
Till Heaven itself is nigh—
Caught up on wings am I!
In bonds but yesterday
A prisoner I lay,
The song unguessed, unheard,
The hope—the dream unstirred,
As mounts the singing bird
To realms of ecstasy,
I mount upon my way
And speed aloft to-day.
My own has come to me
And set my spirit free,
No more enchained I dwell,
The speeding arrow fell—
Wrought was the miracle,
Far realms beyond I see,
The best is yet to be—
My own has come to me!