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Far
Horizons
by
Bliss Carman
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ST.
GEORGE'S IN THE PINES
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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.
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