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Soar not too high, oh bird of Hope! / Because the skies are fair; / The tempest may come on apace / And overcome thee there.
When far above the mountain tops / Thou soarest, over all -- / If, then, the storm should press thee baek, / How great would be thy fall!
And thou would'st lie here at my feet, / A poor and lifeless thing, -- / A torn and bleeding birdling, / With a limp and broken wing.
Sing not too loud, oh bird of Hope! / Because the day is bright; / The sunshine cannot always last -- / The morn precedes the night.
And if thy song is of the day, / Then when the day grows dim, / Forlorn and voiceless thou wouldst sit / Among the shadows grim.
Oh! I would have thee soar and sing, / But not too high, or loud, / Remembering that day meets night / The brilliant sun the cloud.