Frederick George Scott

(7 April 1861 – 19 January 1944 / Montreal)

Dawn - Poem by Frederick George Scott

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,
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,
My dauntless spirit mutely stands
With eagle wings outspread for flight.


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  • Rookie - 178 Points Brian Jani (5/3/2014 5:08:00 AM)

    nice vocab use here fred (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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