In the blue heaven the clouds will come and go, Scudding before the gale, or drifting slow As galleons becalmed in Sundown Bay: And through the air the birds will wing their way Soaring to far-off heights, or flapping low, Or darting like an arrow from the bow; And when the twilight comes the stars will show, One after one, their tranquil bright array In the blue heaven.
But ye who fearless flew to meet the foe, Eagles of freedom—nevermore, we know, Shall we behold you floating far away. Yet clouds and birds and every starry ray Will draw our heart to where your spirits glow In the blue Heaven.