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THE FALCON.
High didst thou once in honour stand,
The falcon on a Monarch's hand:
The falcon on a Monarch's hand:
Thine eye, unhooded and unseeled,
All depths of being pierced and scanned:
All depths of being pierced and scanned:
All worlds of space from end to end
Thy never-wearied pinion spanned.
Thy never-wearied pinion spanned.
O falcon of the higher heaven,
Entangled in an earthly band,
Entangled in an earthly band,
While all too eagerly thy prey
Pursuing in a lower land,
Pursuing in a lower land,
In hope abide;—thy Monarch yet
For thy release shall give command,
For thy release shall give command,
And bid thee to resume again
Thy place upon thy Monarch's hand.
Thy place upon thy Monarch's hand.
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