Charles H. Spurgeon on Psalms 55:6

Oh that I had wings, etc. —

At first her mother earth she holdeth dear,

And doth embrace the world and worldly things;

She flies close by the ground, and hovers there,

And mounts not up with her celestial wings.

Yet under heaven she cannot light on ought

That with heavenly nature doth agree;

She cannot rest, she cannot fix her thought,

She cannot in this world contented be:

Then as a bee which among weeds doth fall,

Which seem sweet flowers, with lustre fresh and gay;

She lights on that, and this, and tasteth all,

But pleased with none, doth rise and soar away;

So when the Soul finds here no true content;

And like Noah's dove, can no sure footing take,

She doth return from whence she first was sent,

And flies to him that first her wings did make. —Sir John Davies, 1569-1626.