Make me the eagle of progress, soaring far above little lanes of narrowness and bigotry. Call me higher and higher, that I may fly above all clouds of earth-vibrations.
With the sharp talons of my soul, I will tear all birds of miseries which prey upon man. I will keep the skies of human mind free from all hawks of ignorance which attack the dove of peace.
I want to fly with balanced wings of right-living, in the fine regions of Thy perception. Above the tornadoes of worry-vibrations, I want to fly higher and higher, and climb to those unimagined heights where Thou dost dwell.
Make me Thy tame eagle of progress.