Rise, Silver Eagle, and shake the dust
Fly with the scorching wind; hover with the gust
Soar high above the clouds into a dream
Turn the world into chaos with your thundering scream
Shake the dust of years past and years to come
With your everlasting scream strike them dumb
Behold, the flaming orb, awaits your wing
Fly unto the sun, your burning throne, O’King
And there unite with God; “O’ hasten thither
No more let life divide what Death can join together.”
Max O'Reilly
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