Blessed wing, sweep like the spirits across the plains. Oh great sacredness of the earth let the blessed eagle know your song. From forever to forever let the dear earth know my ancestors; as the bright letters of knowledge know the colors of God’s holy wilderness. For this is the wild where we rest in the light of the eternal. Sweet light of the dawn; know my freedom and smile upon it with the valley of love, and with the fields of the deep sun and of the winding paths. The mothers of the oceans have the shorelines by the sea and the grace of all the deserts. For the deserts echo with a wonder too unspeakable for the lips of mortals. And the ghosts of the open field are shedding their tears of joy over the faces of their children working in the countryside.