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  • My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell;
    We may not meet to-morrow; who can tell
    59 lines
  • My heart forgot its God for love of you,
      And you forgot me, other loves to learn;
    8 lines, 4 comments
  • There's wine in the cup, Vancouver,
      And there's warmth in my heart for you,
    32 lines
  • A meadow brown; across the yonder edge
    A zigzag fence is ambling; here a wedge
    33 lines
  • Time and its ally, Dark Disarmament,
        Have compassed me about,
    21 lines
  • Captive! Is there a hell to him like this?
    A taunt more galling than the Huron's hiss?
    65 lines
  • A sweet high treble threads its silvery song,
    Voice of the restless aspen, fine and thin
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • At Crow's Nest Pass the mountains rend
    Themselves apart, the rivers wend
    17 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
  • At husking time the tassel fades
    To brown above the yellow blades,
    16 lines
  • To-night the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes;
    Its chalice overflows
    56 lines
  • (INSCRIBED TO ONE BEYOND SEAS)
    Know by the thread of music woven through
    5 lines, 1 comment
  • 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
  • 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
  • Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm
    Bends back the brier that edges life's long way,
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • 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
  • (ACROSTIC)
    Crown of her, young Vancouver; crest of her, old Quebec;
    7 lines
  • We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
    We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
    20 lines
  • I may not go to-night to Bethlehem,
    Nor follow star-directed ways, nor tread
    20 lines
  • So near at hand (our eyes o'erlooked its nearness
    In search of distant things)
    34 lines
  • There's a spirit on the river, there's a ghost upon the shore,
    They are chanting, they are singing through the starlight evermore,
    72 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
  • Lent gathers up her cloak of sombre shading
    In her reluctant hands.
    32 lines
  • A dash of yellow sand,
    Wind-scattered and sun-tanned;
    19 lines
  • 'Tis morning now, yet silently I stand,
    Uplift the curtain with a weary hand,
    72 lines
  • The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn,
    And now the music sleeps--
    12 lines, 3 comments
  • And only where the forest fires have sped,
      Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands,
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • There was a man--a Jew of kingly blood,
    But of the people--poor and lowly born,
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • A trail upwinds from Golden;
    It leads to a land God only knows,
    31 lines
  • Sounds of the seas grow fainter,
      Sounds of the sands have sped;
    10 lines, 2 comments
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