| William Wilfred Campbell, comp. The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse. 1913. | | | | The King’s Bastion | | By Frederick George Scott (1861–1944) |
| | | FIERCE on this bastion beats the noonday sun; | |
| The city sleeps beneath me, old and grey; | |
| On convent roofs the quivering sunbeams play, | |
| And batteries guarded by dismantled gun. | |
| No breeze comes from the northern hills that run | 5 |
| Circling the blue mist of the summer’s day; | |
| No ripple stirs the great stream on its way | |
| To those dim headlands where its rest is won. | |
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| Ah God, what thunders shook these crags of yore, | |
| What smoke of battle rolled about this place, | 10 |
| What strife of worlds in pregnant agony! | |
| Now all is hushed, yet here, in dreams, once more | |
| We catch the echoes, ringing back from space, | |
| Of God’s strokes forging human history. | | | | |
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