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Weather—any weather ! What would boastful mortals be But for changing weather ?
But for powers they cannot bind , But for something , more than mind ? Lights and shades , that never stay For their bidding , night or day , But in silent influence fall On the varied heart of all . Weather ! any weather .
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The Golden Eagle . 353
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0 tha t I could see thee ! in thy proud and solemn state Sailing on , through fields of air , the mountain potentate ! Oh ! to hear the rushing sound , as a whirlwind , of thy wing , To see thee , o ' er the hollow vale , thy broad , dark shadow fling ! They took me to a garden gay , where laughing flowers upsprang , The bounding antelope was there , and there the small birds sang ; 1 walked between the motley tribes , each fair in its degree , But could not bear , majestic bird , to cast a look on thee . For there , with gilded bars beset , thou sat ' st an humbled thing—Thou , that could'st dash thy keepers down , with a stroke of thy bold
g;—I saw the everlasting hills their mighty forms uprear , And thou , their lonely habitant , oh 1 why should ' st thou be here ? I thought of thee ! thou faithful one , these hundred years a mate , Untiring in thy single love , the early and the late : Now shame upon the hands that broke that simple bond of thine , Does not the very spirit burn to thwart their mean design ?
And could I set thee free , bold bird ! methinks my heart would glow , And I could breathe this heavy air more joyously than now ; This struggling sun would seem to throw a brighter light from high , More like those glorious rays that fall on thine unshaded eye .
Thine image once again would come , a proud , inspiring dream ; And round about thy noble form would God-like fancies gleam ; Thou would ' st not then be here , as now , our vulgar boasts to swell , Nor stand , a captive and a slave , in freedom ' s citadel . E . T
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THE GOLDEN EAGLE .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1834, page 353, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2633/page/41/
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