#CanadianWriters
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…
I CLOSED the book, but fancied… I heard, like distant music roll, The far-off echoes in my soul Of his great life. I listened til… Entranced, I thought that I could…
I hear a cry from the Sansard cav… O mother, will no one hearken? A cry of the lost, will no one sav… A cry of the dead, though the ocea… And the scream of a gull as he whe…
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.…
NO selfish grief, no clamourings… Shall break the sacred stillness o… Dawn of eternity; we leave thee he… Far form the winds and waves that… Where every pain is soothed and ev…
THINE everlasting mountains and… And awful silence, floweret, know… I have not wandered to thy native… Among the crags, but oft as I rep… Musing by winter fire at daylight’…
O rising Sun, so fair and gay, What are you bringing me, I pray, Of sorrow or of joy to-day? You look as if you meant to please… Reclining in your gorgeous ease
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,
O GRIP the earth, ye forest tree… Grip well the earth to-night, The Storm-God rides across the se… To greet the morning light. All clouds that wander through the…
WORDS are but passing symbols of… Crying unto deep in individual sou… And men are words on the great voi… Through Nature, since that morn w… The elements heard, and they who v…
I saw Time in his workshop carvin… Scattered around his tools lay, bl… Sharp cares that cut out deeply in… Of light and shade; sorrows that s… Of what were smiles. Nor yet with…
WHAT boots it to be great? To live in royal state And feast with kings, Since now all things One doom await?
GREAT mother! from the depths of… From mountain pass and burning sun… We, thine unlettered children of t… Upraise to thee the everlasting hy… Of nature, language of the skies a…
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…
WARS and rumours of wars"—the cl… And a man must now be a man, if ev… “Wars and rumours of wars”—a cry f… For the vultures are gathered toge… War! Shall we flinch! Shall we tr…