The Soarer

    There soars a warbler toward high Heaven,
        His course seems sure and straight; -
    So speeds an arrow from the bow-string,
        Yet who can read his fate!

    For while he carols like a seraph
        Bound for a radiant star
    Mayhap the fowler's eye, relentless,
        Has doomed him from afar.

    A longer life the crawling snail hath
        Than thou - O wanderer bright -
    Ah, let the sluggard crawl in safety,
        Thine is the realm of light!

    Like thee a soaring soul's in peril,
        Yet its one hour is worth
    A whole Eternity of grovelling
        Closer to grimy earth.

Helen Leah Reed

Helen Leah Reed (1860-1926) was an American author and poet, renowned for her contributions to children's literature and her historical novels. She was an influential literary figure of her time, often remembered for her stories that blended education with entertainment. Reed's works reflected her deep knowledge and interest in history, making her a notable figure in early 20th-century American literature.

Helen Leah Reed

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