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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

VI. Animate Nature

The Winged Worshippers

Charles Sprague (1791–1875)

  • [Addressed to two swallows that flew into the Chauncy Place Church during divine service.]


  • GAY, guiltless pair,

    What seek ye from the fields of heaven?

    Ye have no need of prayer;

    Ye have no sins to be forgiven.

    Why perch ye here,

    Where mortals to their Maker bend?

    Can your pure spirits fear

    The God ye never could offend?

    Ye never knew

    The crimes for which we come to weep.

    Penance is not for you,

    Blessed wanderers of the upper deep.

    To you ’t is given

    To wake sweet Nature’s untaught lays;

    Beneath the arch of heaven

    To chirp away a life of praise.

    Then spread each wing

    Far, far above, o’er lakes and lands,

    And join the choirs that sing

    In yon blue dome not reared with hands.

    Or, if ye stay,

    To note the consecrated hour,

    Teach me the airy way,

    And let me try your envied power.

    Above the crowd

    On upward wings could I but fly,

    I ’d bathe in yon bright cloud,

    And seek the stars that gem the sky.

    ’T were heaven indeed

    Through fields of trackless light to soar,

    On Nature’s charms to feed,

    And Nature’s own great God adore.