#CanadianWriters
UNSEEN in the great minister do… Whose shafts are centuries, its sp… The vaulted universe, our master s… And organ-voices like a far-off ch… Roll thro’ the aisles of thought.…
TWO watchers sit beside the dead; From hour to hour no prayer is sai… For they are dumb and he is dead; And snows are curling round his he… While God’s white wings are overs…
THERE come dull days in love’s c… When clouds and doubt obscure the… The woods are still; no songs of b… No sunlight falls, and desolate an… As if harmonious with the lurking…
’TWAS afternoon in winter, and t… Sloped softly up the walls, as day… In tremulous cloud-beams, while th… Blazoned with saints the columns o… All sounds had died away; to left…
I STOOD in that strange show, t… On Baker Street, where all the fa… Fair dames, and murderers come to… With clockwork breast and face of… To scare the young. Thrice in the…
HER love was that full love which… Flows in and out life’s smallest g… And fills with music through long… Cold hearts that else would stern… Her smile would cheer, her faintes…
THE confines of our being are not… White limbs of sense. Our true se… And higher than the path of furthe… Beyond the reach of sense, each he… And feels. The root alone of gian…
I HEARD a voice at midnight, an… “O weary heart, O soul for which… Why wilt thou spurn My wounded ha… ”Is there a heart more tender, mor… Than that sad heart which gave its…
WITH each new day new cares will… Trials and heart-aches; yet do tho… But take them lovingly, and, weavi… Into a crown of thorns, wear and l… For ever on thy head, a diadem,
PART I IN the land that is neither night… Where the mists sleep over the for… A sad, sad spirit wandered away. The woods are still—no brooks, no…
‘Is Sin, then, fair?’ Nay, love, come now, Put back the hair From his sunny brow; See, here, blood-red
DAY after day, As I have wandered thro’ the fiel… Gay, happy fields, bright with the… Flower after flower Has bloomed beside my path;
Before the seas and mountains were… I reigned. I hung the universe in… I capped earth’s poles with ice to… And set the moving tides their bou… I smoothed the granite mountains w…
A WAYSIDE cross at set of day Unto my sprit thus did say’ “O soul, my branching arms you see Point four ways to infinity. ”One points to infinite above,
HAST thou not seen the tints unf… From earth, sky, sea, and setting… When all the glare of day was done… And melt in one long stream of gol… So down the dim-lit glades of time…