Selected
Poems
by
Frederick George Scott
THE
KING’S BASTION
Quebec
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Fierce
on this bastion beats the noonday sun;
The city sleeps beneath
me, old and grey;
On convent roofs the quivering
sunbeams play,
And batteries guarded by dismantled gun.
No breeze comes from the Northern hills which run
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Circling
the blue mist of the Summer’s day;
No ripple stirs the great
stream on its way
To those dim headlands where its rest is won.
Ah God, what thunders shook these crags of yore,
What smoke of battle rolled
about this place,
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What
strife of worlds in pregnant agony:
Now all is hushed, yet here, in dreams, once more
We catch the echoes, ringing
back from space,
Of
God’s strokes forging human history. [Page
63]
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