WHERE in their Northern grandeur lie <br />Old Ocean's craggy shores, — <br />Where waves give back the glorious sky, <br />And lift unceasingly on high <br />Their deep, majestic symphony, — <br />An Eagle sunward soars! <br /> <br />Through upper air lies his flight's bold ring, <br />And its portal-guarders frown; <br />They throng with angry muttering, <br />Their rattling ice-shot round him fling, <br />But he shakes the small hail from his wing, <br />And royally soars on! <br /> <br />Yet a sterner, darker strife is nigh; <br />Wild storms come sweeping down; <br />Their thunders peal through the trembling sky, <br />Their red lights gleam on the quivering eye, <br />Small birds to their leafy coverts fly, <br />But the Eagle still soars on! <br /> <br />Gaze high! for, the thunder's realm o'erpast, <br />Now where warm glories spring, <br />Where no storm his way may overcast, <br />Outsoaring the lightning and the blast, <br />Lo, a golden cloud receives at last <br />The bird of the mighty wing!<br /><br />Grace Greenwood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flight-of-genius/
