Frederick George Scott

(7 April 1861 – 19 January 1944 / Montreal)

Frederick George Scott Poems

41. Hymn 3/31/2012
42. Lines 3/31/2012
43. Hymn (Sacred Feast) 3/31/2012
44. The Skylark's Message 3/31/2012
45. Hymn After Receiving Holy Communion 3/31/2012
46. The Crown Of Thorns 3/31/2012
47. Samson 1/3/2003
48. The Feud 1/3/2003
49. The Storm 4/20/2010
50. Time 1/3/2003
51. The Laurentians 1/3/2003
52. Dawn 4/20/2010
53. The Burden Of Time 1/3/2003
54. We Hail Thee Now, O Jesus 1/3/2003
55. The River 4/20/2010
56. The Sting Of Death 1/3/2003
57. The Unnamed Lake 1/3/2003
58. In The Winter Woods 4/20/2010
59. Requiescant 1/3/2003
60. Sunrise 1/3/2003
61. To France 1/3/2003
62. At Nightfall 1/3/2003

Comments about Frederick George Scott

  • Ashley Ducket (10/30/2003 12:01:00 AM)


    1 person liked.
    8 person did not like.
  • Ashley Ducket (10/30/2003 12:01:00 AM)


Best Poem of Frederick George Scott

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,
The dead years turn to music at its voice,
And all the dreams come back my brain did store.
Once more, dear hands, ye soothe me in my pain,
Once more ...

Read the full of At Nightfall


I saw Time in his workshop carving faces;
Scattered around his tools lay, blunting griefs,
Sharp cares that cut out deeply in reliefs
Of light and shade; sorrows that smooth the traces
Of what were smiles. Nor yet without fresh graces
His handiwork, for ofttimes rough were ground
And polished, oft the pinched made smooth and round;
The calm look, too, the impetuous fire replaces.
Long time I stood and watched; with hideous grin

[Report Error]