Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

Victory



On a battlefield confined
By the walls of one man’s mind,
Two great spirits, stern and strong,
Battled fiercely—Right and Wrong.

Sometimes Wrong with sudden thrust

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Threw Right headlong in the dust;
Then would Right with might and main
Shake his foe and rise again.

Years and years the battle raged,
And the man grew bent and aged

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Till at last, his time being o’er,
Death came knocking at the door.

‘Let me in,’ the angel said,
‘God hath sent me, have no dread;
For the fight so well maintained

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Rest on high for thee has gained. [Page 119]