Frederick George Scott



Death As Priest

There lived two souls who only lived for love;
    The one a maiden, full of joy and youth,
    The other her young lord, a man of truth
And very valiant. Them did God above
Knit with those holy bands none may remove
    Save He who formed them. But next year there came
    God’s angel, with his face and wings of flame,
And bore the young wife’s soul off like a dove.

Then did her lord, disconsolate many years,
    Cry bitterly to God to make them one,

        And take his life, and silence the sweet past.
So Death came tenderly and stilled his tears,
    Clad as a priest, and ’neath the winter’s sun
        In a white grave re-wedded them at last. [Page 139]