GODEY'S LADY'S BOOK
Philadelphia, January 1850

S0NG.

BY FRANCES S. OSGOOD.

LET me be free! free as the air –
Free as a bird on the wildwood spray;
Swinging with music and rapture there,
Having its own sweet will and way.

Free as a bird! let me be free –
Let me but fly where'er I will;
Now to the lofty, strong oak tree;
Now to the lily that lights the rill.

Free as a bird! let ma be free,
Singing my heart out clear and true;
Then the musie you love shall be
Worthy of love, and me, and you.

Let me be free! free as the air –
Free as a bird on the wildwood spray;
Swaying to music and rapture there,
Having for ever its own wild way.

Cage me up, and I will not sing;
Or, if the melody must have way,
Fettered shall be its fairy wing,
Barred, like mine, from rightful play.

Let me be free! free as a bird –
Then my carol shall ceaseless rise;
By full many a glad heart heard,
With a thrill at the sweet surprise.

Let me be free – free as the air;
Free as a bird on the wildwood spray;
Swaying to music and rapture there,
Only as long as it wants to stay.

Free – free – free as the air!
Light – light as the floating cloud;
Gathering glory everywhere,
Weaving the day a golden shroud.

Let me but sing whate'er I will,
Thine the tenderest song shall be;
Let me but fly, and may be still
I shall rather remain with thee.

Free – free – free as the air!
Free as n bird on the wildwood spray;
Warbling, wandering everywhere,
Having its own sweet will and way.

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