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From rock-built nest,

The mother eagle, with a threatning tongue,

Utters a warning scream. Her shrill voice rings

Wild as the snow-topped crags she sits among;

While hovering with her quivering wings

Her hungry brood, with eyes ablaze

She watches every shadow. The water calls

Far, far below. The sun's red rays

Ascend the icy, iron walls,

And leap beyond the mountains in the west,

And over the trail and the eagle's nest

The clear night falls.