The Gates of Time and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

THE MOUNT OF BEAUTITUDES


 

Christ sat upon the mountain side,
    The blue sky overhead,
Beneath, in heaven’s own colours dyed,
    The lake’s still bosom spread.

Some sparrows fluttered through the sky,

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    A breath the lilies stirred,
Far off a boat went drifting by
    With white wings like a bird.

But, heedless of the sea and shore,
    Christ turned aside to greet

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The weary hearts who came to pour
    Their sorrows at His feet.

I ponder o’er the scene so fair
    Upon my bended knee,
Until I dream that I am there,

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    And, lo, Christ looks at me.