Selected Poems

by Frederick George Scott




The hand of man is a sapient thing
For the thrust of sword or lute-playing,
For sowing the harvest or gathering in,
For works of mercy or deeds of sun.

The eagle’s wings may bear him far,
From cloud to cloud, from star to star;
But the power which governs the sea and land
Is the power which lies in the human hand.

It grips the lighting, it tames the sea,
It builds the worlds that are to be:
Ages of labour and strife out-worn
Are limned on the hands of the babe unborn.

The prisoned soul behind the eyes
May read the secret of the skies,
But the thing which works the scheme God planned
Is the awful and wonderful human hand. [Page 82]