Top 15 Frederick George Scott Quotes

O mighty Soul of England, rise in splendour Out of the wrack and turmoil of the night,
And as of old, compassionate and tender, Uphold the cause of justice and of right.

Like some grey warder who, with mien sedate And smile of welcome, greets the throngs who pour Between the portals of a wide-thrown door, stands guardian at our water gate,
And watches from her battlemented state The great ships passing with their living store Of human myriads coming to our shore,
Expectant, joyous, resolute, elate.

The great world's heart is aching, aching fiercely in the night,
And God alone can heal it, and God alone give light;
And the men to bear that message, and to speak the living word,
Are you and I, my brothers, and the millions that have heard.

for me will be five hundred years of catching trains and two thousand years of remembering names.

Ah God, what thunders shook these crags of yore, What smoke of battle rolled about this place, What strife of worlds in pregnant agony!
Now all is hushed, yet here, in dreams, once more We catch the echoes, ringing back from space, Of God’s strokes forging human history.

They saw the stars in heaven hung, They saw the great Sea's birth,
They know the ancient pain that wrung The entrails of the Earth.

Something in my inmost thinking Tells me I am one with you,
For a subtle bond is linking Nature's offspring through and through.

Oh, linger, little river! Your banks are all so fair,
Each morning is a hymn of praise, Each evening is a prayer.
All day the sunbeams glitter On your shallows and your bars, And at night the dear God stills you
With the music of the stars.

One doom waits all — art, speech, law, gods, and men, Forests and mountains, stars and shining sun, —
The hand that made them shall unmake again, I curse them and they wither one by one.Waste altars, tombs, dead cities where men trod, Shall roll through space upon the darkened globe,
Till I myself be overthrown, and God Cast off creation like an outworn robe.

In lonely gorge and over hill and plain, I sowed the giant forests of the world;
The great earth like a human heart in pain Has quivered with the meteors I have hurled.

The immortal spirit hath no bars To circumscribe its dwelling-place;
My soul hath pastured with the stars Upon the meadow-lands of space.

The pulse of our life is in tune with the rhythm of forces that beat
In the surf of the farthest star's sea, and are spent and regathered to spend.

It sleeps among the thousand hills Where no man ever trod,
And only nature's music fills The silences of God.

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 or pleasure, And every cloud a solace and a balm.

Right hath the sweeter grace,
But Wrong the prettier face.