We worship the Spirit that walks unseen Through our land of ice and snow; We know not His face, we know not His place, But His presence and power we know. Does the Buffalo need the Pale-face word To find his pathway far? What guide has he to the hidden ford, Or where the green pastures are? Who teacheth the Moose that the hunter's gun Is peering out of the shade? Who teacheth the doe and the fawn to run In the track the Moose has made? Him do we follow, Him do we fear, The Spirit of earth and sky; Who hears with the @3Wapiti's@1 eager ear His poor red children's cry; Whose whisper we note in every breeze That stirs the birch canoe; Who hangs the reindeer-moss on the trees For the food of the Caribou. The Spirit we worship, who walks unseen Through our land of ice and snow; We know not His face, we know not His place, But His presence and power we know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE ROSY BOSOM'D HOURS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE EVENING ON CALAIS BEACH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPITAPH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FAR EAST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN DIRGE ON THE DEATH OF ADAMS AND JEFFERSON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |