SCOTT’S VIEW

Stopping each time he passed that way to trace

God’s workmanship in river, tree and hill

The poet frequently renewed the thrill

Which toil and worry struggled to efface.

The horses which had pulled and stopped his chaise

Finally pulled his hearse; and they were still

As subject to their absent master’s will

When they arrived at that familiar place.

I have a Master who is absent, too -

In everything that I may say or do

Do those who know He is my Master find

That I am subject to my Master’s mind?

I can be thrilled with Him and can derive

From Him who, though now absent, is alive.

This refers to the poet and novelist sir Walter Scott: the view is here.