The Unnamed Lake and Other Poems

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.