My Lattice and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott




HE caught the words which ocean thunders hurled
    On heedless eastern coasts, in days gone by,
    And to his dreams the ever-westering sky
The ensign of a glorious hope unfurled;
So, onward to the line of mists which curled
    Around the setting sun, with steadfast eye,
    He pushed his course, and, trusting God on high,
Threw wide the portals of a larger world.

The heart that watched through those drear autumn nights
    The wide, dark sea, and man’s new empire sought,


        Alone, uncheered, hath wrought a deed sublime,
Which, like a star behind the polar lights,
    Will shine through splendours of man’s utmost thought,
        Down golden eras to the end of time.