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Rh Not so proud a one ever gazed on the sun

As the eagle bird, I trow,

Stooping to rest on the towering crest

Of the highest mountain's brow.

In the pride of a king, with folded wing,

I gaze on ruined Tyre;

By Heaven's decree it was given to me,

And no power to give is higher.

From land or sea God hath chosen me,

And a favored bird am I—

The gifted of Heaven, to whom power is given

Over earth, and sea, and sky.

I care not for earth, though I had my birth

On the proudest height she owns;

And I'd rather ride o'er old ocean's tide

Than sit on her rocky thrones.

But I love the sun, and could I have won

A home in its realms of light,

With a laugh of scorn from this earth I'd turn,

And soar to my home in delight.

AUTUMN.