These are the things for which an eagle gives
His avian thanks: A sturdy heart, an eye
That is unblinking the noonday sun;
Great wings that lift majestically high,
Above the earth where men dispute and strive
To conquer peoples or to keep them free.
He builds a nest protected only by
Its utter inaccessibility.
Assured that lesser courage, lesser strength
Before his jagged crags must early stop,
He lives apart -- high hermit of the hills --
And dies alone upon his mountaintop.