I am a rainworm, buried deep
Among the oozing, slimy things,
Yet of an eagle's nest I dream,
And eagle's wings.
In solitude she lived,
And in solitude built her nest;
And in solitude, alone
Hath the Beloved guided her,
In solitude also wounded with love. ~ 35
We must especially beware of that small group of selfish men who would clip the wings of the American Eagle in order to feather their own nests.
He knew
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Build your nest upon no tree here, for ye see that God hath sold the forest to death.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
All men have talents. Some build, some paint, some write, some fight. For me it is different.
Lofty posts make great men greater still, and small men much smaller.
Seek the lofty by reading, hearing and seeing great work at some moment every day.
The human heart is a great green tree, and many strange birds come and sing in its branches; a few build nests, but most are from far lands north and south, and never come again.