Selected Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

THE SNOWSTORM


 

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

Up there is the throne of the Triune God
    And the worshipping multitudes,
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And here is the long white winter road
            And the silent woods. [Page 41]