Soulless is all humanity to me To-night. My keenest longing is t… Alone, alone with God’s grey eart… Pulse of my pulse and consort of m… To-night my soul desires no fellow…

Born on the breast of the prairie,… Robed in the wealth of her wheat-l… Affluence knocks at her gateways,… Nuggets of gold are her acres, yie… Dream of the hungry millions, dawn…

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…

The cedar trees have sung their ve… And now the music sleeps— Its benediction falling where the… Dusk of the forest creeps. Mute grows the great concerto—and…

‘Yes, sir, it’s quite a story, tho… But such things happened often whe… And the trapper tilted back his ch… ‘I ain’t thought of it neither fer… Although it used to haunt me in th…

A meadow brown; across the yonder… A zigzag fence is ambling; here a… Of underbush has cleft its course… Till where beyond it staggers up a… The long, grey rails stretch in a…

Halifax sits on her hills by the s… In the might of her pride,— Invincible, terrible, beautiful, s… With a sword at her side. To right and to left of her, battl…

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…

(NEW BRUNSWICK) The long red flats stretch open to… Breathing their moisture on the A… The seaweeds cling with flesh-like… The rocks give shelter that the sa…

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…

Lent gathers up her cloak of sombr… In her reluctant hands. Her beauty heightens, fairest in i… As pensively she stands Awaiting Easter’s benediction fal…

There are fires on Lulu Island, a… With the pearl and purple tinting… And the Dream Hills lift their su… With the Capilano canyon at their… There are fires on Lulu Island, a…

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

You didn’t know Billy, did you? W… The greatest fellow you ever seen… An’ sing! say, you never heard sin… I used to say to him, “Billy, tha… A mighty sight more bank-notes to…

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…