Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

On the Threshold



Throw wide thy gates, O Ageless Mystery,
Prone on thy threshold and outworn am I,
Baffled by lonely winds and heartless sky
               And restless seas
               Never at ease;
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I seek the ultimate truth
               Not found in Youth.

Remove those bars ’gainst which I press my face;
Unfold that vision which the eyes of space
Gaze at continually, as the star-clouds race

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               Across the infinite
               Dark paths of light.

Attune my ear to catch the silent song
Of myriad-teeming life, pulsing along
               From living soul to soul

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               Seeking some baffling goal.

Lead me beyond the garnerings of death
Who is the universe’s vital breath,
               And wrecks all forms
               With tides and storms,

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Till I can touch the mighty moulding hand
On whose great palm star-systems lie like sand.

Break down all barriers which my thought confine,
               Till I behold at last,
               Out of the vast,

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               Chaotic order shine.

Then shall I grasp, unvolumed and sublime,
The eternal poem in the heart of time,
Its mighty rhythm, its stupendous rhyme—
The epic pathos of the infinite Will

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               Supreme and still. [Page 69]