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Frederick
George Scott
COLLECTED
POEMS
On
Being Given A Piece of Edelweiss Before Visiting
Switzerland
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Thine everlasting mountains and their snows
And awful silence, floweret,
know I not;
I have not wandered to thy
native spot
Among the crags, but oft as I repose,
Musing by winter fire at daylight’s close,
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In
fancy have I viewed those depths of sky
And infinite clouded crags,
while fronting high,
Peak upon peak, the eternal Alps uprose.
Mysterious power, God-planted in the soul,
That thus transcends all
space and the confined
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Limits
of sense, Imagination, hail!
Pledge art thou of that life when death shall roll
Back our flesh prison-bars,
and the freed mind
Shall
grasp the giant truths behind the veil. [Page
51]
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