God Scatters Beauty

Walter Savage Landor

God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers
O’er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours.
A hundred lights in every temple burn,
And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn.

Next 10 Poems

• Walter Savage Landor : I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson
• Walter Savage Landor : I Strove With None
• Walter Savage Landor : Ianthe
• Walter Savage Landor : Ianthe! You Are Call'd To Cross The Sea
• Walter Savage Landor : Ianthe's Question
• Walter Savage Landor : In Spring And Summer Winds May Blow
• Walter Savage Landor : Late Leaves
• Walter Savage Landor : Lately Our Poets
• Walter Savage Landor : Mild Is The Parting Year
• Walter Savage Landor : Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel

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• Walter Savage Landor : Fsulan Idyl
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