Poems: Old and New

by Frederick George Scott


 

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 30]