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Frederick
George Scott
COLLECTED
POEMS
A
Sister of Charity
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She made a nunnery of her life,
Plain duties hedged it round,
No echoes of the outer strife
Could reach its hallowed
ground.
Her rule was simple as her creed,
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She
tried to do each day
Some act of kindness that might speed
A sad soul on its way.
She had no wealth, and yet she made
So many rich at heart;
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Her
lot was hidden, yet she played
No inconspicuous part.
Some wondered men had passed her by,
Some said she would not
wed,
I think the secret truth must lie
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Long
buried with the dead.
That cheery smile, that gentle touch,
That heart so free from
stain,
Could have no other source but such
As lies in conquered pain.
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All living creatures loved her well,
And blessed the ground she
trod;
The pencillings in her Bible tell
Her communing with God.
And when the call came suddenly,
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And
sleep preceded death,
There was no struggle we could see,
No hard and laboured breath.
Gently as dawn, the end drew nigh;
Her life had been so sweet,
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I
think she did not need to die
To reach the Master’s
feet. [Page 105]
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