Frederick George Scott



On Being Given A Piece of Edelweiss Before Visiting Switzerland

Thine everlasting mountains and their snows
    And awful silence, floweret, know I not;
    I have not wandered to thy native spot
Among the crags, but oft as I repose,
Musing by winter fire at daylight’s close,
    In fancy have I viewed those depths of sky
    And infinite clouded crags, while fronting high,
Peak upon peak, the eternal Alps uprose.

Mysterious power, God-planted in the soul,
    That thus transcends all space and the confined

        Limits of sense, Imagination, hail!
Pledge art thou of that life when death shall roll
    Back our flesh prison-bars, and the freed mind
        Shall grasp the giant truths behind the veil. [Page 51]