first line (public domain): Have you heard those birds of the morning That rise with the lark's first flight? Have you seen those birds of shadow That pource with the owl at night? They swoop where hell is flaming, They soar in heaven apart. They fly with the swallow's swiftness, And fight with the eagle's heart.
Have you seen their glinting feathers? They are off to the Fields of Fate, Where the flowers all wear scarlets, And the rivers red are in spate. To prick new names of glory On valour's ancient chart, They fly with the swallow's swiftness And fight with the eagle's heart.
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