Frederick George Scott



The Snowstorm

The sky is hid in a snowy shroud,
    And the road in the woods is white,
But the dear God watches above the cloud
               In the centre of light.

In the woods is the hush of the snowflakes’ fall,

    And the creak of a lumberman’s sleigh,
But in Heaven the choirs of the Master of all
               Make praise alway.

Up there is the throne of the Triune God
     And the worshipping multitudes,
And here is the long white winter road
               And the silent woods. [Page 13]