There is health in thy gray wing,
Health of nature-s furnishing.
Say, thou modern-winged antique,
Was thy mistress ever sick?
In each heaving of thy wing
Thou dost health and leisure bring,
Thou dost waive disease and pain
And resume new life again.
To A Marsh Hawk In Spring
Henry David Thoreau
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