Selected
Poems
by
Frederick George Scott
THE
HAND
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The
hand of man is a sapient thing
For the thrust of sword or lute-playing,
For sowing the harvest or gathering in,
For works of mercy or deeds of sun.
The eagle’s wings may bear him far,
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From
cloud to cloud, from star to star;
But the power which governs the sea and land
Is the power which lies in the human hand.
It grips the lighting, it tames the sea,
It builds the worlds that are to be:
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Ages
of labour and strife out-worn
Are limned on the hands of the babe unborn.
The prisoned soul behind the eyes
May read the secret of the skies,
But the thing which works the scheme God planned
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the awful and wonderful human hand. [Page
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