Growing to full manhood now, With the care-lines on our brow, We, the youngest of the nations, With no childish lamentations, Weep, as only strong me… - Frederick George Scott

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Growing to full manhood now,
With the care-lines on our brow,
We, the youngest of the nations, With no childish lamentations,
Weep, as only strong men weep,
For the noble hearts that sleep, Pillowed where they fought and bled,
The loved and lost, our glorious dead.

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About Frederick George Scott

CMG DSO FRSC (7 April 1861 – 19 January 1944) was for the first part of his life an Anglican priest and a Canadian poet to whom the Canadian literary establishment gave the epithet "Poet of the Laurentians". He was associated with Canada's , and wrote 13 books of Christian and patriotic poetry, often using the natural world to convey deeper spiritual meaning. In his fifties, Scott became a chaplain in the sent to France during the First World War. Despite his insistence on remaining close to the front line to give assistance to the wounded, he survived many close calls until he was seriously wounded only weeks before the Armistice. He was subsequently decorated for bravery under fire. His memoir, The Great War As I Saw It, was favourably received by both critics and the Canadian public. The book was still in print a century after publication. Scott remained a British imperialist his entire life, and wrote many hymns eulogizing his country's roles in the and World War I.

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Alternative Names: Canon Frederick Scott
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Clay was I; the potter Thou
With Thy thumb-nail smooth'dst my brow,
Rolltdst the spittle-moistened sands
Into limbs between Thy hands.
[...]
Strong Thou mad'st me, till at length
All my weakness was my strength;
Tortured am I, blind and wrecked,
For a faulty architect.

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