Frederick George Scott

(7 April 1861 – 19 January 1944 / Montreal)

Frederick George Scott Poems

1. At Nightfall 1/3/2003
2. The Laurentians 1/3/2003
3. Samson 1/3/2003
4. The Burden Of Time 1/3/2003
5. Dawn 4/20/2010
6. The Storm 4/20/2010
7. Inscription 3/31/2012
8. Justin 3/31/2012
9. Evolution 3/31/2012
10. Resignation 3/31/2012
11. In Memoriam 3/31/2012
12. In Memoriam 3/31/2012
13. British War Song 3/31/2012
14. The Poet's Song 3/31/2012
15. Estrangement 3/31/2012
16. On The Cliff 3/31/2012
17. Lines Written On Finishing The Life Of Milton 3/31/2012
18. Isolation 3/31/2012
19. Too Late 3/31/2012
20. A Mood 3/31/2012
21. Knowledge 3/31/2012
22. Beyond 3/31/2012
23. A Fancy 3/31/2012
24. Jack 3/31/2012
25. Under The Pines 3/31/2012
26. An Ode 3/31/2012
27. A Question 3/31/2012
28. On Darwin's Tomb In Westminster Abbey 3/31/2012
29. Epitaph On Dr. Jenner 3/31/2012
30. Wahonomin 3/31/2012
31. A Wayside Cross 3/31/2012
32. A Birthday 3/31/2012
33. Across The Sea 3/31/2012
34. Love's Shadows 3/31/2012
35. On Being Given A Piece Of Edelweiss Before Visiting Switzerland 3/31/2012
36. Rome 3/31/2012
37. Words 3/31/2012
38. The Poet's Empire 3/31/2012
39. In Memoriam E.S. 3/31/2012
40. Truth 3/31/2012
Best Poem of Frederick George Scott

The Crown Of Thorns

WITH each new day new cares will wait for thee,
Trials and heart-aches; yet do thou not fear,
But take them lovingly, and, weaving them
Into a crown of thorns, wear and let be
For ever on thy head, a diadem,
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More royal than gold, the dearest token here
Of that sad voice that whispers, "Follow Me."

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At Nightfall

O little hands, long vanished in the night--
Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here--
My heart is full of music from some sphere,
Where ye make melody for God's delight.
Though autumn clouds obscure the starry height,
And winds are noisy and the land is drear,
In this blank room I feel my lost love near,
And hear you playing--hands so small and white.
The shadowy organ sings its songs again,

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