Poems by Frederick George Scott
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We Hail Thee Now, O Jesus
... though sight and touch have failed us, ...
The Burden of Time
... Knows well the voice that shakes His mountain thrones ...
Samson
... Strong Thou mad'st me, till at length ...
Time
... Itself all changed, scarred, careworn, white with years ...
At Nightfall
... Once more, dear hands, ye soothe me in my pain, ...
The Storm
... The frightened stars have shut their eyes, ...
The Unnamed Lake
... Great mountains tower above its shore, ...
The Laurentians
... Beneath their peaks, the huge clouds, here and there, ...
Requiescant
... Dear Christ, who reignst above the flood ...
Dawn
... On peaks just tipped with morning light, ...
The River
... From the mountains and the mead, ...
To France
... Hearts of our bravest, our best, and our dearest, ...
The Feud
... ' 'Oh, hush thee, child, for the night is wet, ...
The Sting of Death
... `Is Sin Death's sting ...
In The Winter Woods
... Nature's offspring through and through, ...
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