232 IN THE DAYS OF AUDUBON 



Or hast thou yet a spirit life, that flies 

 Like thine own image through the endless skies, 

 And art thou to some new-born paradise 

 By higher instincts led? 



Is death, like life, alike to all that live? 

 Does God to all a double life give? 

 Do all that breathe eternal life receive? 

 Is thought, where'er it be, 



Immortal as the Source from whence it came? 

 O living Ibis! in the sunset's flame, 

 Still flying westward thou and I, the same, 

 Can answer not but He? 



Youth's Companion. 



THE EAGLE 



BY JAMES GATES PERCIVAL 



Bird of the broad and sweeping wing, 



Thy home is high in heaven, 

 "Where wide the storms their banner fling, 



And the tempest-clouds are driven. 

 Thy throne is on the mountain-top; 



Thy fields, the boundless air; 

 And hoary peaks, that proudly prop 



The skies, thy dwellings are. 



Thou sittest, like a thing of light, 



Amid the noontide blaze: 

 The mid-day sun, though clear and bright, 



Can never dim thy gaze. 



