The Eagle
Bird of the broad and sweeping wing,
Thy home is high in Heaven,
Where wide the storms their banners fling,
And the tempest clouds are driven.
Thy throne is on the mountain top.
Thy fields are the boundless air,
And hoary peaks that proudly prop
The skies, thy dwellings are.
Where was then thy fearless flight?
The Eagle replies:
‘Over the dark, mysterious sea,
To lands that caught the setting light,
The cradle of liberty.
There on the silent and lonely shore,
For ages I watched alone,
And the world, in its darkness, asked no more
Where the glorious bird had flown.
‘But then came a bold and hardy few,
And they breasted the unknown wave.
I caught afar the wandering crew
And I knew they were high and brave.
I wheeled around the welcome bark,
As it sought the desolate shore,
And up to Heaven, like a joyous lark,
My quivering pinions bore.
‘And now those bold and hardy few
Have grown into the whole of humankind.
Danger and doubt I have led them through
And they worship me in song.
And over their bright and glancing arms
On field, forest, lake and sea,
With an eye that fires and a spell that charms,
I guide them on to Eternal victory.’
James Gates Percival
Edited by Aquarius
From ‘Astrology On The Healing Journey’
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Bird of the broad and sweeping wing,
Thy home is high in Heaven,
Where wide the storms their banners fling,
And the tempest clouds are driven.
Thy throne is on the mountain top.
Thy fields are the boundless air,
And hoary peaks that proudly prop
The skies, thy dwellings are.
Where was then thy fearless flight?
The Eagle replies:
‘Over the dark, mysterious sea,
To lands that caught the setting light,
The cradle of liberty.
There on the silent and lonely shore,
For ages I watched alone,
And the world, in its darkness, asked no more
Where the glorious bird had flown.
‘But then came a bold and hardy few,
And they breasted the unknown wave.
I caught afar the wandering crew
And I knew they were high and brave.
I wheeled around the welcome bark,
As it sought the desolate shore,
And up to Heaven, like a joyous lark,
My quivering pinions bore.
‘And now those bold and hardy few
Have grown into the whole of humankind.
Danger and doubt I have led them through
And they worship me in song.
And over their bright and glancing arms
On field, forest, lake and sea,
With an eye that fires and a spell that charms,
I guide them on to Eternal victory.’
James Gates Percival
Edited by Aquarius
From ‘Astrology On The Healing Journey’
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