Peter John Allan
A Thought - Poem by Peter John Allan
God gave the eagle wings to soar
Aloft, and heaven's high arch explore
With keen undazzled sight.
God gave to man the winged mind,
Its dwelling-place to seek and find
Beyond the source of light.
Confine the monarch of the air
To some dim cage, in fierce despair
He droops his wing and dies;
While grov'lling man consents to dwell
Immured in vice's gloomy cell,
Nor e'er for freedom sighs.
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