 | Songs of summer |  |
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THE FALCON.
In-doors in a summer day, like this,
I pine with a fancied wrong;
But out in the sunshine, out in the wind,
My soul is a falcon strong.
I pine with a fancied wrong;
But out in the sunshine, out in the wind,
My soul is a falcon strong.
The brave bright sun, so merry and old—
He lends his strength to my wings,
And I soar till I see the golden gate,
Where the lark at morning sings.
He lends his strength to my wings,
And I soar till I see the golden gate,
Where the lark at morning sings.
But let my lady summon me back,
I come, as a falcon should,
Out of the sunshine, out of the wind,
And yield my eyes to the hood!
I come, as a falcon should,
Out of the sunshine, out of the wind,
And yield my eyes to the hood!
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