Poems: Old and New

by Frederick George Scott


 

DAWN.


 

THE immortal spirit hath no bars
   To circumscribe its dwelling place;
My soul hath pastured with the stars
   Upon the meadow-lands of space.

My mind and ear at times have caught,

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   From realms beyond our mortal reach,
The utterance of Eternal Thought,
   Of which all nature is the speech.

 

And high above the seas and lands,
   On peaks just tipped with morning light,
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My dauntless spirit mutely stands
   With eagle wings outspread for flight. [Page 9]