Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

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On Vimy Ridge and Passchendaele,
    Our silent armies sleep,
Through Summer’s sun and Winter’s gale
    And ’neath the starry deep;
No more for them the dawn of day,
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    Nor sunset on the hill,
Their shouts and songs have died away,
    Their giant strength is still.

The march of time goes swiftly by
    And brings its care and toil,

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But in eternal youth they lie
    Beneath a foreign soil;
With iron limbs and fire for breath
    They charged amidst the gloom,
And shared along those fields of death
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    The comradeship of doom.

Yet not in vain they watch and wait,
    Strong champions of the right;
They are the sentries at our gate
    And guard us through the night.

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From selfish aim and paltry ease,
    From slavery of the soul,
The men that save the land are these;
    They point us to the goal. [Page 135]