Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

The Poet’s Song



I hid in the world and sang,
    And I sang so loud and long
That all the ages rang
    With the music of my song.

I sang of the earth and sky,

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    I sang of the whispering seas,
I sang of the mountains high,
    And I sang of the flowers and trees;

I sang of the early spring,
    I sang of the dawning day,

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I sang, for I had to sing
    As the young lambs have to play,

Till heaven and earth were ringing,
    And all the people heard,
And they said, ‘We love his singing,

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    For his song is the song of the bird.’ [Page 41]