The bird that soars on highest wing <br />Builds on the ground her lowly nest; <br />And she that doth most sweetly sing <br />Sings in the shade when all things rest: <br />In lark and nightingale we see <br />What honour hath humility. <br /> <br />The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown <br />In deepest adoration bends; <br />The weight of glory bows him down <br />Then most when most his soul ascends. <br />Nearest the throne itself must be <br />The footstool of humility.<br /><br />James Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bird-that-soars-on-highest-wing/
