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