Frederick George Scott



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,

    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,

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,

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