(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy
I've watched in the azure the eagle's
His soaring majestic, and
feathersome fling -
Careening in liberty higher and higher -
Like genius unfolding a quenchless desire.
Would a tear dim his eye, or pinion lose
To gaze on the lark in her emerald bower?
When higher he soareth to compass his rest,
What vision so bright as the dream in his
God's eye is upon him. He penciled his
Whose omniscient notice the frail fledgling
Though lightnings be lurid and earthquakes
He rides on the whirlwind or rests on the
My course, like the eagle's, oh, still be it high,
Celestial the breezes that waft o'er its sky!
God's eye is upon me - I am not alone
When onward and upward and heavenward
Written in early years.
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Published by Cygni Communications Ltd. North Vancouver, Canada