A Hymn of Empire and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott




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 center of light.

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

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

Up there is the throne of the Truine God
And the worshipping multitudes,

    And here is the long white winter road
        And the silent woods.