The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the resistless day,
And count it fair.
—Amelia Earhart
[A] Reprinted by permission of Harcourt, Brace and Company, Inc.
Daughter of the Sky
THE STORY OF AMELIA EARHART