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Poems:
Old and New
by
Frederick George Scott
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IN
THE WOODS.
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THIS is God’s house—the blue sky is
the ceiling,
This wood the soft green carpet
for His feet,
Those hills His stairs, down which the brooks
come stealing,
With baby laughter making earth
more sweet.
And
here His friends come, clouds and soft winds sighing,
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And little birds whose throats
pour forth their love,
And spring and summer, and the white snow lying
Pencilled with shadows of bare
boughs above. And
here come sunbeams through the green leaves straying,
And shadows from the storm-clouds
overdrawn,
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And
warm, hushed nights, when mother earth is praying
So late that her moon-candle burns
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Sweet
house of God, sweet earth so full of pleasure,
I enter at thy gates in storm
or calm;
And every sunbeam is a joy and treasure,
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And every cloud a solace and
a balm.
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