In Sun and Shade: A Book of Verse

by Frederick George Scott




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
    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;
    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.