Thomas Moore Quote

The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;
But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

Oh that I had Wings. - Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)