Here you will find thePoemDawnof poet 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.
