Frederick George Scott
Frederick George Scott Poems
|43.||Hymn (Sacred Feast)||3/31/2012|
|44.||The Skylark's Message||3/31/2012|
|45.||Hymn After Receiving Holy Communion||3/31/2012|
|46.||The Crown Of Thorns||3/31/2012|
|53.||The Burden Of Time||1/3/2003|
|54.||We Hail Thee Now, O Jesus||1/3/2003|
|56.||The Sting Of Death||1/3/2003|
|57.||The Unnamed Lake||1/3/2003|
|58.||In The Winter Woods||4/20/2010|
Comments about Frederick George Scott
O little hands, long vanished in the night--
Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here--
My heart is full of music from some sphere,
Where ye make melody for God's delight.
Though autumn clouds obscure the starry height,
And winds are noisy and the land is drear,
In this blank room I feel my lost love near,
And hear you playing--hands so small and white.
The shadowy organ sings its songs again,
The dead years turn to music at its voice,
And all the dreams come back my brain did store.
Once more, dear hands, ye soothe me in my pain,
Once more ...
O rising Sun, so fair and gay,
What are you bringing me, I pray,
Of sorrow or of joy to-day?
You look as if you meant to please,
Reclining in your gorgeous ease
Behind the bare-branched apple-trees.
The world is rich and bright, as though