Who is it lacks the knowledge? Wh… To whine and sneer that they do no… But we of the North will answer,… Let the curs beware lest the whelp… For these are the kind whose muscl…

There’s a spirit on the river, the… They are chanting, they are singin… As they steal amid the silence, And the shadows of the shore. You can hear them when the Northe…

Lady Lorgnette, of the lifted las… The curling lip and the dainty nos… The shell-like ear where the jewel… The arching brow and the languid p… The rare old lace and the subtle s…

There’s a brave little berry-brown… At the opposite side of the earth; Of the White, and the Black, and… He’s the smallest in compass and g… O! he’s little, and lively, and T…

My forest brave, my Red-skin love… We may not meet to-morrow; who can… What mighty ills befall our little… Or what you’ll suffer from the whi… Here is your knife! I thought ’tw…

Sounds of the seas grow fainter, Sounds of the sands have sped; The sweep of gales, The far white sails, Are silent, spent and dead.

Night of Mid-June, in heavy vapou… Like priestly hands thy holy touch… Upon the world’s wide brow; God-like and grand all nature is c… The “peace that passes human under…

MUSKOKA A stream of tender gladness, Of filmy sun, and opal tinted skie… Of warm midsummer air that lightly… In mystic rings,

Into the rose gold westland, its y… World of the bison’s freedom, home… Roll out, O seas! in sunlight bat… Your plains wind-tossed, and grass… Farther than vision ranges, farthe…

I am sailing to the leeward, Where the current runs to seaward Soft and slow, Where the sleeping river grasses Brush my paddle as it passes

And then the sound of marching arm… Amid the branches of the soldier o… And tempests ceased their warring… The lashing storms that muttered,… Choked by the heralding of battle…

I am Ojistoh, I am she, the wife Of him whose name breathes bravery… And courage to the tribe that call… I am Ojistoh, his white star, and… Is land, and lake, and sky—and sou…

Out of the night and the north; Savage of breed and of bone, Shaggy and swift comes the yelping… Freighters of fur from the voicele… That sleeps in the Arctic zone.

Like a grey shadow lurking in the… He ventures forth along the edge o… With silent foot he scouts the cou… And scents the carrion awaiting hi… His savage eyeballs lurid with a f…

We first saw light in Canada, the… We are the pulse of Canada, its m… And we, the men of Canada, can fa… That we were born in Canada benea… Few of us have the blood of kings,…