The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
DawnFrederick George Scott (18611944)
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To circumscribe its dwelling-place;
My soul hath pastured with the stars
Upon the meadow-lands of space.
From realms beyond our mortal reach,
The utterance of eternal thought
Of which all nature is the speech.
On peaks just tipped with morning light,
My dauntless spirit mutely stands
With eagle wings outspread for flight.