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Frederick
George Scott
COLLECTED
POEMS
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Birthday
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The three Fates sat in a house of birth,
Ah, welladay; ah, welladay;
Their eyes were bright, but not with mirth—
They have no love for the sons of earth—
And their lips were parched
and grey.
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Their grey locks hung from brow to chin,
Ah, welladay; ah, welladay;
One held the distaff, and one did spin,
And one held shears in her fingers thin;
Three silent hags were they.
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We saw not the thread which the sisters spun,
Ah, welladay; ah, welladay;
Nor whether in white or in black begun,
But on her with the shears, that elder one,
Our eyes were fixed alway.
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A thread, I ween, of tangled years,
Ah, welladay; ah, welladay;
God stay her hand that holds the shears;
Our hopes are stronger than our fears,—
God spare him, come what
may.
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