Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

Song’s Eternity



Little bird on dewy wing
        In the dawn of day,
All the pretty songs you sing
        Pass away.
For although man’s heart is stirred
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        By your happy voice,
You can only sing one word,—
        ‘Rejoice,’ ‘Rejoice.’

But the music poets make
         Is a deathless strain,

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For they do from sorrow take,
        And from pain,
Such a sweetness as imparts
        Joy that never dies,—
And their songs live in men’s hearts
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        Beyond the skies. [Page 7]