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Book: Canadian Born

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  • We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
    We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
    20 lines
  • What dream you in the night-time
    When you whisper to the moon?
    18 lines
  • Born on the breast of the prairie, she smiles to her sire--the sun,
    Robed in the wealth of her wheat-lands, gift of her mothering soil,
    7 lines
  • Pillowed and hushed on the silent plain,
    Wrapped in her mantle of golden grain,
    25 lines
  • You are belted with gold, little brother of mine,
    Yellow gold, like the sun
    16 lines
  • Lady Lorgnette, of the lifted lash,
    The curling lip and the dainty nose,
    30 lines
  • I
    It is the blood-hued maple straight and strong,
    6 lines
  • The long red flats stretch open to the sky,
    Breathing their moisture on the August air.
    19 lines
  • There's a brave little berry-brown man
    At the opposite side of the earth;
    43 lines
  • Speak of you, sir? You bet he did. Ben Fields was far too sound
    To go back on a fellow just because he weren't around.
    65 lines
  • October's orchestra plays softly on
    The northern forest with its thousand strings,
    4 lines
  • Once more adrift.
    O'er dappling sea and broad lagoon,
    26 lines
  • The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn,
    And now the music sleeps--
    12 lines, 3 comments
  • Little brown baby-bird, lapped in your nest,
    Wrapped in your nest,
    20 lines, 2 comments
  • Cards, and swords, and a lady's love,
    That is a tale worth reading,
    35 lines
  • Hard by the Indian lodges, where the bush
    Breaks in a clearing, through ill-fashioned fields,
    12 lines
  • Sounds of the seas grow fainter,
      Sounds of the sands have sped;
    10 lines, 2 comments
  • I swing to the sunset land--
    The world of prairie, the world of plain,
    15 lines
  • Up the dusk-enfolded prairie,
    Foot-falls, soft and sly,
    24 lines
  • I swing to the land of morn;
    The grey old east with its grey old seas,
    15 lines
  • The lost wind wandering, forever grieves
    Low overhead,
    6 lines
  • A trail upwinds from Golden;
    It leads to a land God only knows,
    31 lines
  • And then the sound of marching armies 'woke
    Amid the branches of the soldier oak,
    6 lines
  • Music, music with throb and swing,
    Of a plaintive note, and long;
    20 lines
  • (ACROSTIC)
    Crown of her, young Vancouver; crest of her, old Quebec;
    7 lines
  • Beyond a ridge of pine with russet tips
    The west lifts to the sun her longing lips,
    18 lines
  • Out of the night and the north;
    Savage of breed and of bone,
    20 lines
  • Who is it lacks the knowledge? Who are the curs that dare
    To whine and sneer that they do not fear the whelps in the Lion's lair?
    40 lines
  • I
    Stripped to the waist, his copper-coloured skin
    34 lines
  • The sky-line melts from russet into blue,
    Unbroken the horizon, saving where
    20 lines
  • There are fires on Lulu Island, and the sky is opalescent
    With the pearl and purple tinting from the smouldering of peat.
    26 lines
  • My heart forgot its God for love of you,
      And you forgot me, other loves to learn;
    8 lines, 4 comments
  • Measures of oil for others,
      Oil and red wine,
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • Unknown to you, I walk the cheerless shore.
    The cutting blast, the hurl of biting brine
    28 lines
  • He needs must leave the trapping and the chase,
    For mating game his arrows ne'er despoil,
    16 lines
  • You didn't know Billy, did you? Well, Bill was one of the boys,
    The greatest fellow you ever seen to racket an' raise a noise,—
    37 lines
  • (INSCRIBED TO ONE BEYOND SEAS)
    Know by the thread of music woven through
    5 lines, 1 comment
  • When did you sink to your dreamless sleep
    Out there in your thunder bed?
    20 lines
  • There is a lonely minor chord that sings
    Faintly and far along the forest ways,
    6 lines
  • Plains, plains, and the prairie land which the sunlight floods and fills,
    To the north the open country, southward the Cyprus Hills;
    24 lines
  • The wild grape mantling the trail and tree,
    Festoons in graceful veils its drapery,
    4 lines
  • Halifax sits on her hills by the sea
      In the might of her pride,—
    13 lines
  • Elfin bell in azure dress,
    Chiming all day long,
    7 lines
  • At Crow's Nest Pass the mountains rend
    Themselves apart, the rivers wend
    17 lines
  • A sweet high treble threads its silvery song,
    Voice of the restless aspen, fine and thin
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • There was a man--a Jew of kingly blood,
    But of the people--poor and lowly born,
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • Sob of fall, and song of forest, come you here on haunting quest,
    Calling through the seas and silence, from God's country of the west.
    16 lines
  • Methinks I see your mirror frame,
    Ornate with photographs of them.
    24 lines
  • All the long day the vapours played
    At blindfold in the city streets,
    24 lines
  • To none the city bends a servile knee;
    Purse-proud and scornful, on her heights she stands,
    18 lines
  • It is dusk on the Lost Lagoon,
    And we two dreaming the dusk away,
    15 lines
  • And only where the forest fires have sped,
      Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands,
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • I
    Love, was it yesternoon, or years agone,
    27 lines
  • There's wine in the cup, Vancouver,
      And there's warmth in my heart for you,
    32 lines
  • All yesterday the thought of you was resting in my soul,
    And when sleep wandered o'er the world that very thought she stole
    33 lines
  • Little Lady Icicle is dreaming in the north-land
    And gleaming in the north-land, her pillow all a-glow;
    25 lines
  • Like a grey shadow lurking in the light,
    He ventures forth along the edge of night;
    22 lines
  • I am the one who loved her as my life,
    Had watched her grow to sweet young womanhood;
    90 lines
  • Not of the seething cities with their swarming human hives,
    Their fetid airs, their reeking streets, their dwarfed and poisoned lives
    18 lines, 4 comments
  • There is no song his colours cannot sing,
    For all his art breathes melody, and tunes
    20 lines
  • Time and its ally, Dark Disarmament,
        Have compassed me about,
    21 lines
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