Mary Rose Scott

Mary Rose Scott

Oh Hallowed ground where the dwell

I sit and listen to thy stories tell

Your voice is in the wind and rain

Your sorrow carries so much pain

You walk with me from grave to grave

For our relationship I must be brave

You died in nineteen and six

So tell me why do we two click

Your gravestone’s beauty calls to me

And Mary Rose Scott on it I see

So many Scotts with you there lie

But no others have sought my eye

Other people feel you when I am near

And I often hear you in my ear

I see you sometimes walking there

But always feel your great despair

Sometimes I see you oh so pale

And in my heart I feel I’ve failed

I know not what it is you need

Or on my morose do you feed

There are times I wish you’d let me be

For I can not set you free

Someday I hope you’ll tell me true

Just what it is I can do for you

I’ve searched the records in the town

Yet your name I have not found

Someday I’ll find you in a book

I’ll find it in a dusty nook

And then perhaps I can discern

What it is you’d have me learn

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