Poems: Old and New

by Frederick George Scott


 

THE POET'S SONG.


 

I HID in the world and sang,
   And I sang so loud and long
That all the ages rang
   With the echoes of my song.

I sang of the earth and sky,

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    I sang of the whispering seas,
I sang of the mountains high,
   And I sang of the flowers and trees;

Till heaven and earth were ringing,
    And all the people heard,

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And they said, “We love his singing,
   For his song is the song of the bird.” [Page 127]