#Canadians
If night should come and find me a… When all Life’s day I had, tho’ f… And shallow furrows, cleft in ston… Were all my labour: Shall I coun… If only one poor gleaner, weak of…
He wrought in poverty, the dull gr… But with the night his little lamp… Was bright with battle flame, or t… Of smoke that stung his eyes he he… Of Bluecher’s guns; he shared Alm…
“. . . defeated, with great loss.” Not we the conquered! Not to us… Of them that flee, of them that ba… Nor ours the shout of victory, the… Of them that vanquish in a stricke…
At the drowsy dusk when the shadow… From the golden west, where the su… An angel mused: “Is there good o… In the mad world’s heart, since on… ‘Round the cross a mid-day twiligh…
An uphill path, sun-gleams between… Where every beam that broke the le… Lit other hills with fairer ways t… Some clustered graves where half o… And one grim Shadow creeping ever…
In Flanders fields the poppies bl… Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sk… The larks, still bravely singing,… Scarce heard amid the guns below.
O guns, fall silent till the dead… Above their heads the legions pres… (These fought their fight in time… And died not knowing how the day h… O flashing muzzles, pause, and let…
Here all the day she swings from t… Here all night long she tugs a rus… A masterless hulk that was a ship… Yet unashamed: her memories remai… It was Nelson in the 'Captain’,…
“It fell on a day, that he went ou… And he said unto his father, My h… Carry him to his mother. And . .… and then died. And she went up, a… And shut the door upon him and wen…
There stands a hostel by a travell… Life is the road and Death the wo… Each guest he greets, nor ever lac… “How have ye fared?” They answer… “This lodging place is other than…
I saw two sowers in Life’s field… To whom came one in angel guise an… “Is it for labour that a man is bo… Lo: I am Ease. Come ye and eat… Then gladly one forsook his task u…
The earth grows white with harvest… The sickles gleam, until the darkn… Her web of silence o’er the thankf… Of reapers bringing home the golde… The wave tops whiten on the sea fi…
Cometh the night. The wind falls… The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones g… Cluster, like children strayed awa… But found again, and folded so.
Scarlet coats, and crash o’ the ba… The grey of a pauper’s gown, A soldier’s grave in Zululand, And a woman in Brecon Town. My little lad for a soldier boy,
The day is past and the toilers ce… The land grows dim 'mid the shadow… And hearts are glad, for the dark… At the close of day. Each weary toiler, with lingering…
