Author Frederick George Scott Child , if thou wilt, my winged words shall rise And bear thy thoughts above the starlit skies; While through my leaves the clarion echoes roll Of God's eternal message to the soul. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments