(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

UPWARD
page 841


UPWARD



I've watched in the azure the eagle's
     proud wing,
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
     power
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
     breast!

God's eye is upon him.  He penciled his
     path
Whose omniscient notice the frail fledgling
     hath.
Though lightnings be lurid and earthquakes
     may shock,
He rides on the whirlwind or rests on the
     rock.

PO 19



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
     borne.

Written in early years.


PO 20




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