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The Flight of Youth There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again. We are stronger, and are better, Under manhood’s sterner reign: ... Poet: Richard Henry Stoddard	The Flight of the Arrow The life of man Is an arrow’s flight, Out of darkness Into light, And out of light Into darkness again; Perhaps to pleasure, Perhaps to pain! There must be Something, Above, or below; Somewhere unseen... Poet: Richard Henry Stoddard	The Flight from the Convent I see the star-lights quiver, Like jewels in the river; The bank is hid with sedge; What if I slip the edge? I thought I knew the way By night as well as day: But how a lover goes astray! The place is somewhat lonely—... Poet: Theodore Tilton	A Flight Shot We were twin brothers, tall and hale, Glad wanderers over hill and dale. We stood within the twilight shade Of pines that rimmed a Southern glade. He said: “Let ’s settle, if we can, Which of us is the stronger man. “We ’ll try a flight shot... Poet: Maurice Thompson
The Flight of the War-Eagle - C. Auringer The eagle of the armies of the West, Dying upon his alp, near to the sky, Through the slow days that paled the imperial eye, But could not tame the proud fire of his breast,— Gone with the mighty pathos! Only rest Remains where passed that struggle stern... Poet: O	Flight The song-birds? are they flown away? The song-birds of the summer-time, That sang their souls into the day, And set the laughing days to rhyme?— No catbird scatters through the hush The sparkling crystals of its song; Within the woods no... Poet: Madison Cawein	The Flight of the Heart The Heart soars up like a bird From a nest of care; Up, up to a larger sky, To a softer air. No eye can measure its flight And no hand can tame; It mounts in beauty and light, In music and flame. Of all the changes of Time... Poet: Dora Read Goodale	The Flight of Youth There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain, But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again. We are stronger, and are better, Under manhood’s sterner reign; ... Poet: Richard Henry Stoddard
The Flight into Egypt A Ballad THERE ’s a legend that ’s told of a gypsy who dwelt In the lands where the pyramids be; And her robe was embroidered with stars, and her belt With devices right wondrous to see; And she lived in the days when our Lord was a child On... Poet: Francis Sylvester Mahony	The Flight of the Geese I Hear the low wind wash the softening snow, The low tide loiter down the shore. The night, Full filled with April forecast hath no light. The salt wave on the sedge-flat pulses slow. Through the hid furrows lisp in murmurous flow The thaw’s shy ministers... Poet: Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts