A Distant View of the Canadian Temple

A Distant View of the Canadian Temple Frank C. Steele Across the hills afar, I see the Temple white; And over it a Star Supremely bright. A jewel, silver-sprayed, Etched softly in the gloom, Bathed in the warm cascade From yonder moon. My pilgrimage is done, The last horizon gleams; Out there revealed, the sum Of wistful dreams. How restful here to stand — To search the soul; Piecing Life's tattered strand, Mending its scroll. Lethbridge, Canada. Mimics of eager mould We fling the rein; Yield where we might hold, Give where we might gain. Quaff much of Folly's wine, Revel with Pride; Finding as years decline The creatures lied. Now with a heart made chaste, A soul that grieves, I pause to pray — then haste Bearing Life's sheaves. Haste, and the sky -vault glows With worlds aflare; Bridging my heart with those A-yearning there.