God gave the eagle wings to soar <br />Aloft, and heaven's high arch explore <br />With keen undazzled sight. <br />God gave to man the winged mind, <br />Its dwelling-place to seek and find <br />Beyond the source of light. <br /> <br />Confine the monarch of the air <br />To some dim cage, in fierce despair <br />He droops his wing and dies; <br />While grov'lling man consents to dwell <br />Immured in vice's gloomy cell, <br />Nor e'er for freedom sighs.<br /><br />Peter John Allan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thought-39/
