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A gentleman had an eagle which had been caught when young, and brought up like a domestic fowl. At length the owner was going away over the sea, and decided to give the eagle its freedom. So he brought it out of the enclosed place, and it walked about, but seemed to have no thought whatever of flying away. The gentleman was disappointed. At length he lifted the great bird to the garden wall. It stood there a few moments, and then looked up toward the sun. It seemed suddenly to remember that it was an eagle, whose home was amid the crags and the cliffs. A moment more and it lifted one wing, then the other, and was gone – soaring away into the blue of the sky.
Are not some of us like that eagle, shut up in the pen, using only its feet, not knowing it had wings, and that its true home was in the heavens? Let us lift up our eyes to the hills, – there is our home. We were made for God. Let us try our soul’s wings; we were made to fly. It is a desecration of life to live amid the dust when we were created for flights in the blue heavens.