The immortal spirit hath no bars <br />To circumscribe its dwelling place; <br />My soul hath pastured with the stars <br />Upon the meadow-lands of space. <br /> <br />My mind and ear at times have caught, <br />From realms beyond our mortal reach, <br />The utterance of Eternal Thought <br />Of which all nature is the speech. <br /> <br />And high above the seas and lands, <br />On peaks just tipped with morning light, <br />My dauntless spirit mutely stands <br />With eagle wings outspread for flight.<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-93/
