A Song Of Flight

While we slumber and sleep,
The sun leaps up from the deep,-
Daylight born at the leap,-
Rapid, dominant, free,
Athirst to bathe in the uttermost sea.

While we linger at play-
If the year would stand at May!-
Winds are up and away,
Over land, over sea,
To their goal, wherever their goal may be.

It is time to arise,
To race for the promised prize;
The sun flies, the wind flies,
We are strong, we are free,
And home lies beyond the stars and the sea.