Selected Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

QUEBEC


 

Like some grey warder who, with mien sedate
    And smile of welcome, greets the throngs who pour
    Between the portals of a wide-thrown door,
Quebec stands guardian at our water gate,
And watches from her battlemented state

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    The great ships passing with their living store
    Of human myriads coming to our shore,
Expectant, joyous, resolute, elate.
Behind her, voiceless to the frozen North,
    The mountain wilderness unconquered lies;

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        Beneath her, rolls the river to the sea;
Upon her scroll of fame great names shine forth,

    But on her storied crags from morning skies
        There dawns the light of greater days to be.
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