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Frederick
George Scott
COLLECTED
POEMS
Among
the Spruces
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’Tis sweet, O God, to steal away,
Before the morning sun is
high,
Upon some frosty winter’s day,
When not a cloud is on the
sky,
And all the world is white below,
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| Knee-deep
with freshly-fallen snow,—
To steal into the silent woods
Before the trees are quite
awake,
And watch them in their snowy hoods
A rough-and-ready toilet
make,
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When
in the little breezes creep
And rouse them gently from their sleep.
’Tis sweet, O God, to kneel among
The snow-bent trees, and
lift the mind
Above the boughs where birds have sung,
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Above
the pathways of the wind,
Into the very heart of space,—
To where the angels see Thy face.
For while my spirit mounts in prayer,
So keen becomes its mystic
sight,
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That
through the sunshine in the air
I see a new and heavenly
light,
And all the bowed woods seem to be
Acknowledging the Trinity. [Page 50]
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