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WILD WINGS 
could be no longer observed in the zenith by the naked eye. 
It was the Golden Eagle, noble of form and majestic in flight. 
The whole scene in its impressiveness suggested to me the 
upward course of the human soul from things low and sordid 
to wisdom, strength, and purity, to eternal heights as yet 
bevond our ken. 
YOUNG RED-TAILED HAWK 
