Selected Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

THE WARRIOR


 

        What word did Duty say,
        As he passed by today
And found me helpless, lying vanquished by the way?

        My sword was red with rust,
        My throat was choked with dust,

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But Duty looked and said unpityingly, “Thou must”.

        Then straight a burst of fire
        Rekindled my desire,
And I sprang up iron-willed, determined to aspire.
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