The mother eagle wrecks the nest To make her fledglings fly, But watches each, with wings outstretched, And fierce maternal eye; And swoops if any fail to soar, And lands them on the crag once more. So God at times breaks up our nest, Lest, sunk in slothful ease, Our souls' wings moult and lose the zest For battle with the breeze; But ever waits, with arms of love, To bear our souls all ills above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TOM MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NATURA NATURANS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH FREEDOM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 28. LOVE'S TRIUMPH OVER RICHES by PHILIP AYRES IMPROMPTU by FRANCOIS JOACHIM DE PIERRE DE BERNIS |