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Maimed and bleeding, and sick with hate,
Fluttered the bird to his fierce-eyed mate,
Where, on a ragged rock and gray,
She with her callow fledgelings lay.
Do not again such conflict dare,
Screamed this lioness of the air:
Men will yet journey here in crowds:
You are no more the King of Clouds.
Man is the only mortal who
Whate'er he wills to do, will do.
Though he be wayward oft, and wild,
Still he is God's own well-loved child—
From angels bred:
If he will only do and dare,
He can yet rule Earth, Sea, and Air!
The eagless said.
Fluttered the bird to his fierce-eyed mate,
Where, on a ragged rock and gray,
She with her callow fledgelings lay.
Do not again such conflict dare,
Screamed this lioness of the air:
Men will yet journey here in crowds:
You are no more the King of Clouds.
Man is the only mortal who
Whate'er he wills to do, will do.
Though he be wayward oft, and wild,
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From angels bred:
If he will only do and dare,
He can yet rule Earth, Sea, and Air!
The eagless said.
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