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It will be well for you if you join not with those who instead of kites fly falcons; who instead of obeying the last words of the great Cloud-Shepherd—to feed his sheep, live the lives—how much less than vanity!—of the war-wolf and the gier-eagle.

We meet on almost every page with lines like these:— "Ask the gier-eagle why she stoops at once Into the vast and unexplored abyss, What full-grown power informs her from the first, Why she not marvels, strenuously beating The silent boundless regions of the sky."

"Ask the gier-eagle why she stoops at once Into the vast and unexplored abyss, What full-grown power informs her from the first, Why she not marvels, strenuously beating The silent boundless regions of the sky."

Strong is the lion—like a coal His eyeball—like a bastion's mole   His chest against the foes: Strong the gier-eagle on his sail; Strong against tide the enormous whale   Emerges as he goes.

Strong is the lion—like a coal His eyeball,—like a bastion's mole     His chest against the foes: Strong, the gier-eagle on his sail; Strong against tide th' enormous whale     Emerges as he goes.