Hail, to the migrating swallow
Who has reason beyond mans reach
His wisdom is strange to follow
For God gave that wisdom to each.

Without schedule or map or route
The Swallow doth go and return
Mans learning is not worth a hoot:
From God, the Creator, they learn.

Filled with grace so swiftly they go
Having wisdom beyond this sphere
For how could this helpless one know
Or how might his distance be clear.

For no man has taught him to fly
Or spoken of secrets of air
That he should with elements vie,
Who told him the barn was his lair?