The Eagle

Should one defer his daily greed,
Lay down his cause – a hero treed,
And turn his gaze upon the sun,
His Hour has begun!

For as he stares his eyesight sore,
He sees the Eagle, lo! to pore,
What is not gone yet still far-gone,
The Eagle’s blesséd dawn!

Oh! how the Eagle once inspired,
The great, the just, heroes admired,
Yet now all heads are turned in shame,
At mention of his name!

All scoff with horrors to pervade,
His fifty Feathers ruffled, frayed,
And with no comfort as they cry,
Their woes into the sky!

Throughout the mountains, forests, lands,
Across the rivers, beaches, sands,
Come nix the joyful sounds of pride,
But voices to deride!

Although the Eagle has its stains,
Which seem to many peoples banes,
I yearn that ay true, brave, and strong,
Shall peal the Eagle's song!