Lundy's Lane, and Other Poems

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Battling with the darkness, nourished by its woes;

Going, going, all the glory growing.

The bale-fires of midnight glaring in its eyes,

Past the phantom shadows see it rush and rise;

Going, going, all the glory growing.

The supernal morning on its dewy wings,

Soaring and scorning the lust of earthy things;

Going, going, all the glory growing.

The beatific noontide on its eager breast

Springing and singing to its halcyon rest;