"So have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring
upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and
climb above the clouds; but the poor bird was beaten back with the
loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular
and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest,
than it could recover by the liberation and frequent weighing of
his wings; till the little creature was forced to sit down and
pant, and stay till the storm was over; and then it made a
prosperous flight, and did rise and sing, as if it had learned
music and motion from an angel, as he passed sometimes through the
air, about his ministries here below; so is the prayer of a good
man."