Classic Poem

Yonder in ether ocean, poised in a sea of light,
A great white eagle is beating its course to the height.
Onward, ascending ever, sun-scorched, bruised by the blast,
Keeping its way to the mountain, it comes there at last!
Soul! Beat thy way through the storm-lands,
Free in spontaneous flight;
The wings of thy courage shall lift thee
At last to the light.