Frederick George Scott (1861–1944)

GOD spake three times and saved Van Elsen’s soul;

He spake by sickness first and made him whole;

Van Elsen heard Him not,

Or soon forgot.

God spake to him by wealth; the world outpoured

Its treasures at his feet, and called him Lord;

Van Elsen’s heart grew fat

And proud thereat.

God spake the third time when the great world smiled,

And in the sunshine slew his little child;

Van Elsen like a tree

Fell hopelessly.

Then in the darkness came a voice which said,

‘As thy heart bleedeth, so my heart hath bled,

As I have need of thee,

Thou needest me.’

That night Van Elsen kissed the baby feet,

And kneeling by the narrow winding sheet,

Praised Him with fervent breath

Who conquered death.