I saw a flight of sparrows through the air.
Oh, let us rise
Out of the weaknesses of our despair
To burning skies.
Let us take wings for flight from home and friends
And sweet desire.
From comfortable earth the soul ascends
To heavens of fire.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- I Dare Not Leave The Splendid Town
- I Came To Live In Sophia Street
- He Had Served Eighty Masters. They'D Have Said
- Into Old Rhyme
- Now I'Ve Been Three Days
