I laid me down one day in June; It was late—long after noon— A very sultry summer’s eve, Such times the senses oft deceive. The place was ‘neath a maple tree,

Once, while digging ‘neath the sno… ’Mid Canadian winter, lo! To our joy and surprise, We saw some violets in full bloom, Gazing at us with loving eyes,

Are you a mason? No ; I prefer To work at the trad… Are you then an Oddfellow? No ; I married Annabella. Are you a Son of Temperance?

Written during the last excitement… Rejoice, rejoice, we all do stand, United in one mighty band ; No traitors in our land we find, All one in heart all one in mind,

On Ganges banks roams the tiger, And lion rules by the Niger, Hunder heard shrill cry of peacock… In Indian jungles go in flocks. And he saw tiger crouch and spring…

During the summer of 1883 we were… potatoes in North Oxford, where w… pair of bipeds drilling their offs… down the other, so as to annihilat… vast armies, dressed in yellow gar…

Poetry to us is given As stars beautify the heaven, Or, as the sunbeams when they glea… Sparkling so bright upon the strea… And the poetry of motion

They once in wilderness did ride On beast with horn and shaggy hide… A savage goat or unicorn, But now parade in uniform ; As gay as ancient Knight or Lord,

Written during the visit of delega… to negotiate for confederation. Hail Britannia’s noblest daughter… Who is surrounded by the water Of many a lake and broad sea,

England hath given us the names To adorn Canadian Thames, And charms to them she hath lent, In Oxford, Middlesex and Kent. She Essex kisseth in her mouth,

Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage ; Once happiest village of the plain… Place now you look for it in vain… There but one man he doth make ric…

‘O for a Lodge in some vast wilde… A man cryed out in his distress, For he was tired and sick of life, And weary of this worldly strife, And longed for to be far away

Gardner told a sad tale of woe, How he was oft o’erwhelmed in snow But was he frightened? no! no!! no… He onward cheerfully did go, And though that he did freeze his…

We have seen the Queen of cheese, Laying quietly at your ease, Gently fanned by evening breeze— Thy fair form no flies dare seize. All gaily dressed soon you’ll go

We have scarcely time to tell thee Of the strange and gifted Shelley… Kind hearted man, but ill-fated, So youthful drowned and cremated.