A man once brought a young eagle home for his boys to play with.
They were delighted and took it out to the barnyard to see it
fly. But the eaglet would rather walk about among the hens
and pick up wheat. The boys tossed it up in the air, but all
their efforts were only in vain, for it flapped its great wings
awkwardly, as if not knowing what to do with them and dropt back
to the earth. The boys told their father of their inability to
make the bird fly. Taking the eaglet under his arm, he called
the boys with him to the mountain. As they were ascending the
summit the bird began to open its eyes wider and wider. When
they reached the peak, the eaglet began to expand its wings, and
as it caught a vision of the unfettered blue bathed in the light
of the rising sun, it soared away out of sight.
So it is in human life. It requires a vision of the heights to
inspire a soul to its best flight. (Text.)
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Climbing the stairs into the helmet of the Statue of Liberty
gives one a splendid view of the harbor and lower section of New
York. It is a toilsome, knee-straining business. But the vision
is worth the effort.
One must reach the high places if he would get a vision of the
King in His beauty and an outlook over the kingdom that is to
be.--C. J. GREENWOOD.
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