Love fits the soul with wings, and bids her win Her flight aloft nor e'er to earth decline; 'Tis the first step that leads her to the shrine Of Him who slakes the thirst that burns within.

With violent swift flight forth caried Into the cursed cobweb, which his foe Had framed for his finall overthroe.

Her journey to Hickory Hill had been, so she had told herself at intervals during the day, merely a flight from her father and Paula.

When I see a flight of birds overhead, performing their evolutions, or steering their course to some distant settlement, their signals and cries are as unintelligible to me as are the learned languages to an unlettered mechanic: I understand as little of their policy and laws as they do of 'Blackstone's Commentaries.'