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Make me the Eagle of Progress. |
Make me the eagle of progress, soaring far above little lanes of
narrowness and bigotry. Call me higher and higher, that I may fly
above all clouds of earth-vibrations.
With the sharp talons of my soul, I will tear all birds of miseries
which prey upon man. I will keep the skies of human mind free from
all hawks of ignorance which attack the dove of peace.
I want to fly with balanced wings of right-living, in the fine regions
of Thy perception. Above the tornadoes of worry-vibrations, I want
to fly higher and higher, and climb to those unimagined heights
where Thou dost dwell.
Make me Thy tame eagle of progress.
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