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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384255" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Fable</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,<br>A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,<br>One day all meet together<br>To hold a caucus and settle the fate<br>Of a certain bird (without a mate),<br>A bird of another feather.<br>'My friends,' said the Owl, with a look most wise,<br>'The Eagle is soaring too near the skies,<br>In a way that is quite improper;<br>Yet the world is praising her, so I'm told,<br>And I think her actions have grown so bold<br>That some of us ought to stop her.'<br>'I have heard it said,' quoth Hawk, with a sigh,<br>'That young lambs died at the glance of her eye,<br>And I wholly scorn and despise her.<br>This, and more, I am told they say,<br>And I think that the only proper way<br>Is never to recognize her.'<br>'I am quite convinced,' said Crow, with a caw,<br>'That the Eagle minds no moral law,<br>She's a most unruly creature.'<br>'She's an ugly thing,' piped Canary Bird;<br>'Some call her handsome—it's so absurd—<br>She hasn't a decent feature.'<br>Then the old Marsh-Hen went hopping about,<br>She said she was sure—she hadn't a doubt—<br>Of the truth of each bird's story:<br>And she thought it a duty to stop her flight,<br>To pull her down from her lofty height,<br>And take the gilt from her glory.<br>But, lo! from a peak on the mountain grand<br>That looks out over the smiling land<br>And over the mighty ocean,<br>The Eagle is spreading her splendid wings—<br>She rises, rises, and upward swings,<br>With a slow, majestic motion.<br>Up in the blue of God's own skies,<br>With a cry of rapture, away she flies,<br>Close to the Great Eternal:<br>She sweeps the world with her piercing sight;<br>Her soul is filled with the infinite<br>And the joy of things supernal.<br>Thus rise forever the chosen of God,<br>The genius-crowned or the power-shod,<br>Over the dust-world sailing;<br>And back, like splinters blown by the winds,<br>Must fall the missiles of silly minds,<br>Useless and unavailing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,
One day all meet together
To hold a caucus and settle the fate
Of a certain bird (without a mate),
A bird of another feather.
'My friends,' said the Owl, with a look most wise,..."></div>
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