TO THE SKYLARK by William Wordsworth

Ethereal minstrel! Pilgrim of the sky!
Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound;
Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye
Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
Thy nest, which thou canst drop into at will
Those quivering wings composed, that music still.

To the last point of vision, and beyond,
Mount, daring warbler! - that love-prompted strain,
‘Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond
Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain;
Yet mightst thou seem, proud privilege! To sing
All independent of the leafy spring.

Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of glorious light is thine,
Whence thou dost pour upon the worlds a flood
Of harmony, with instinct more divine;
Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam,-
True to kindred points of Heaven and Home.

To Wordsworth the skylark represents parenting and motherhood at its best. But then Wordsworth’s words were usually worth pondering. Our big Obama’s words are worthless.