Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 72, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 March 1919 — TO A FLOCK OF GEESE [ARTICLE]

TO A FLOCK OF GEESE

Ye wild, free troopers of the skies That-ride In wedggd ranks the blue ▲nd unmarked roads of Paradise. Who else but God had tutorfed you That wind beset and tempest form, To buffet you with mighty sledge, Te still sweep onward through the storm With that unbroken wedge? Thrill me again, ye serried host, With that shrill challenge which defies The strength of whatsoever post Is set to guard the bending skies ▲gainst such rangers as ye are That dare with swift and rhythmic wings The night unlighted of a star To guide God’s feathered things. Te are the joy of being wild. The sign and symbol of a blest Estate so sweet and undefiled It breathes its spirit undistressed ▲down the heights to which have soared Since Eden was our deepest sighs— Thrill me again, ye clamant horde, With your wind-ringing cries. —Clark McAdams.