Duncan Campbell Scott

(2 August 1862 – 19 December 1947 / Ottawa, Ontario)

Angel - Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

Come to me when grief is over,
When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
Close their burning skies.

Come to me when tears have dwindled
Into drops of dew,
When the sighs like sobs re-kindled
Are but deep and few.

Hold me like a crooning mother,
Heal me of the smart;
All mine anguish let me smother
In thy brooding heart.


Comments about Angel by Duncan Campbell Scott

  • Gold Star - 14,840 Points * Sunprincess * (1/19/2014 8:30:00 PM)

    .....if only we all have an angel like this...nice.. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,293 Points Bernard Snyder (1/19/2014 2:30:00 AM)

    Awesome delivery. Really liked this! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Shadab Ahamed (1/19/2013 9:59:00 PM)

    awesome one rlly liked it
    Nd the use of language is perfect (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, December 19, 2011


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