THE FALLEN EAGLE.

BY REV. VIM. THOMPSON BACON.
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AND thou hast then come down here from thy night, Bird of the Sun! Thou may'st no longer sweep The broad air with thy wings, fly at the Storm Coming out from the North, or sweep away In all thy majesty and glory on ..... Ever before it, turning now thine eye a In scorn at the red lightnings launched along Thy passage, or with thy loud screams outdoing Thevery thunder. Thou hast been struck down From thy high place. Thy vigorous wing no more Can beat the void, and raise thee up. Thine eye Stareth no longer at the sun, or dareth , All he can fling at thee. Thy noble heart, King of the Sky, no longer beats and throbs, All conscious of it's innate majesty, ..n....' And almost god-like glory. Thou art struck, As 'twere star out of its place, and here, Dragglea and wet, thy olumes tom or plucked out, Thou Hest and gapest. ,.G. s-..- -...,.-

 Whose power, kingly one, Marked thee and smote thee Twas not mans j;

 his thought, a ""a ng' Grasping and great as 'tis, can king it not Over thy realm. He may behold thee; aye, He doth {; and his proud thought will sweep thy

 track, '.5- ; F.'.,. And as thou dost su will he mark the sun, ,s'zf7se And try to steal his glory. But his power, Oh 'tis of earth. and not, thou king, where thou Ridest and reignest. Was t the storm? No. We Beheld thee gaze at that, ascend and play With the live clouds like pillows OCT Heavens face Crowded on by loud narrowing winds. We saw thee Mark his approach, and when thou hadst, aspiring, Shown thine own kingly daring. then afar Sweep in thy conscious kingship, scornng both The storms fire and its bellowings, and then Thou dldst ascend above its track, and calmly See it, thy subject, laundering on below. Who cast thee down then, king: Was it that king Who is indeed King? He who made this air Thou dar'st to play with SO this earth all earths? And all this glorious framework which we see, Both when the day comes, and when night brings

 down

 :.,l.k Il l.. .l.. Where can thought pierce not? Hewho made that So lion-like? and gave that form that holds it' And that proud wing, thy hearts slave, by which i thou Dost king it through the sky yes, and cen OCT The, storm. My masters glory? Yes, t was He, King aye king no more. who smote thee down, As't were morns proudest crescent from its place, And here with all that $ base of earth has cast thee To flutter in the mre, and gasp and die.

 I wonder if thou hast heart, proud bird, Like to all other hearts that beat and are A part the upholding fire and life '-1 And energy oi the living universe! Did 1t in some one part keep tshut from all Eyes but thine own, and that one other hearts That shared thy weakness) feelings. such as thrill And make that heart leap with pulse no language Can fully speak off Is there some peak now, Juttng up from old mounts somewhere earth Where thou St an eyrie to whchfew thy thought, With passion from thy proud track near the sun, And down to which as faithful as the light Thou sped'st when night wrapped earth, and where

 thou stay'dst 5t H" !. .n "r F- Till the morn reused thee up again' And there Didst thou with pride look on thy younglings,

 dreaming T., t'-" Ofthe far time, when with thee. mid the light And blaze of Heavens noon, they should amaze us As thou dost ? That proud heart, as we must deem, Beat with the madness of that fire that burns Where heart and life are; and that fire may now Be burning. drinking thy lfe's stream, the worst Drop ot thy sorrows. z . -.r.. - Noble bird like thee Many an eagle mind is s,note from out Its proud track near the sun, and like thine own Crushed in the dust; and like thy noble heart Many are rent and like thee too perhaps, They sigh for lifes last ireedom-and in vain.

 .Aelc Hdren, June, 1S44 ,.