Upon a blue sky,
As they soar and fly,
They are always there,
We only have to dare,
To turn upward our sight,
And look upon their flight,
These kings among the flighted fowl,
In whom there are no things foul,
Is it eagles I so describe?
No I will not leave you deprived,
Of these winged kings true name,
For they and eagles are not the same,
They are named Hope, Dream,
Faith, and the quartet’s cream,
Their captain, named Love.
A fierce falcon and gentle dove,
Have you seen them fly,
With such beauty upon the sky?
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