Higher and higher to that place,Where in turn our fortune embrace,From dawn the wake of evening dew,quenching the thirst of plenty few,tales told long before was heard,The birth of a saviour feared,Like the plague in Egypt to Pharaoh's blame,We must learn to fly again. . . . . . . . . . . A second step to our rising fall,To the sky above heaven's wall,Like winged chariot to our course,The humming bird to trojan horse,To fly betimes away,The scourging scream of shame,From this fall and that before,We must learn to fly the more. . . . . .