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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 

 beyond our ken. 



YOUNG RED-TAILED HAWK 



