History of "e;Old Abe"e;

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. See her where She sits, in the glow of the sun-bright air, With wing half poised, and talons bleeding, And kindling eye, as if her prey Had suddenly been snatched away, While she was tearing it and feeding. 'above the dark torrent, above the bright stream The voice may be heard Of the thunderer's bird Calling out to her god in a clear, wild scream, AS she mounts to his throne, and unfolds in his beam; While her young are laid out in his rich, red blaze.