Selected
Poems
by
Frederick George Scott
AZRIMAN
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Azriman,
the mystic sage,
Said, “Man’s soul is in a cage,
Only peeping through the bars
At the mountain-tops and stars.
What true singing can I sing
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With
a chained and crippled wing?
If I could but soar away,
Past the bounds of earth and day,
Bathe in fountains of the light,
Plumb the deepest gulfs of night,
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Burrow
neath the teeming grass,
Hear the feet of shadows pass,
Toss with wind and waves at strife,
Stroke the baby curls of life,
Count the pulse-beats, neath the sod,
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Of
the poisoned heart of God,
Then in every hill and stream
I should find a wondrous theme,
And could weave into a strain
Thoughts to heal man's ageless pain". [Page
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