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---the boundless air;
And hoary peaks that proudly prop
The skies, thy dwellings are.
And where was then thy fearless flight?
"O'er 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 that bold and hardy few
Are a nation wide and strong;
And danger and doubt I have led them through,
And they worship me in song;
And over their bright and glancing arms
On field, and lake, and sea,
With an eye that fires, and a spell that charms,
I guide them to victory."
James Gates Percival
The Eagle of Freedom
0, that Eagle of Freedom! when cloud upon cloud
Swathed the sky of my own native land with a shroud
,
When lightnings gleamed fiercely, and thunderbolts rung,
How proud to the tempest those pinions were flung!
Though the wild blast of battle rushed fierce through the air
With darkness and dread, still the eagle was there;
Unquailing, still speeding, his swift flight was on,
Till rainbow of peace crowned the victory won.
0, that Eagle of Freedom! age dims not his eye,
He has seen earth's mortality spring, bloom, and die!
He has seen the strong nations rise, flourish, and fall,
He mocks at Time's changes, he triumphs o'er all;
He has seen our own land with forests o'erspread,
He sees it with sunshine and joy on its head;
And his presence will bless this his own chosen clime,
Till the Archangel's fiat is set upon time.
---Alfred B. Street.
THE EAGLE
Lord knows I am peaceful
when I'm left alone;
I've always been an eagle,
been a while since I have flown.
My claws are sharp as ever,
so's my eagle eye.
Something's gonna go to ground,
when the eagle flies.
Lately I've heard rumors
that the eagle may be lame
Just because I've been idle
don't mean that I'm tame.
You've jeopardized my freedom,
my natural place to roost;
I can fly if I have to,
they've turn the eagle loose.
So lay all your doubts aside,
when you go to bed tonight.
My feathers are all ruffled
and I'm ready for a fight.
Just because I took a while to fly
don't mean I don't care.
When you feel the shadow crossing,
the eagle's in the air.
So lay all your doubts aside,
when you go to bed tonight.
My feathers are all ruffled
and I'm ready for a fight.
Just because I took a while to fly
don't mean I don't care
When you feel the shadow crossing,
the eagle's in the air.
When you feel the shadow crossing,
the eagle's in the air.
The Eagle by Waylon Jennings
© 2001 Commanding Wolf
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