You cannot detain the eagle in the forest. You may gather around him a chorus of the choicest birds; you may give him a perch on the goodliest pine; you may charge winged messengers to bring him choicest dainties; but he will spurn them all. Spreading his lofty wings, with his eye on the lofty cliffs, he will soar away to his own ancestrial halls amid the mountain of rocks and the wild music of tempest and waterfall. The soul of man, in its eagle soaring, will rest with nothing short of the Rock of Ages. Its ancestrial halls are the halls of heaven. Its munitions of rocks are the attributes of God. The sweep of its majestic wings is eternity! ''Lord THOU hast been our dwelling place in all generations.''
God bless.
-Mosei