A song of flight

While we slumber and sleep,

The sun leaps up from the deep,--

Daylight born at the leap,--

Rapid, dominant, free,

Athirst to bathe in the uttermost sea.

While we linger at play--

If the year would stand at May!--

Winds are up and away,

Over land, over sea,

To their goal, wherever their goal may be.

It is time to arise,

To race for the promised prize;

The sun flies, the wind flies,

We are strong, we are free,

And home lies beyond the stars and the sea.