A boy, s song

                  A boy' s Song
            Because I set no snare
      But leave them flying free,
        All the birds of the air
                Belong to me.

    From the blue -tit on the sloe
           To the eagle on the height,
        Uncaged they come and go
                     For my delight

      And so the sunward way
    I soar on the eagle's wings,
       And in my heart all day
              The blue -tit sings,