Far Horizons

by Bliss Carman


 

ST. GEORGE'S IN THE PINES


 

ST. GEORGE that savest England,
Save us who still must go
Where leads thy cross of scarlet
Upon its field of snow!

Beyond the life of cities,

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Distractions and dismays,
Where mountain shadows measure
The passing of the days.

Among the lonely snow-peaks
Where golden morning shines,

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Stands thy undaunted outpost
Among the lodge-pole pines—

A little stone-built chapel
As modest as can be,
Touched with a loving glory,

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To house thy God and thee.

Here, where majestic beauty
And inspiration bide,
Be thou, to make us worthy,
Our counsellor and guide.

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Be with us, Soul of England,
Where the last trail puts forth,
To keep unsoiled forever
The honor of the North.