For so have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and, soaring
upward, sing 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 and more at every breath of the tempest than it could
recover by the libration 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.