Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells; And students with their pensive citadels; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,...
To her accustomed eyes The midnight-morning brought not such a dread As thrills the chance-awakened head that lies In trivial sleep on the habitual bed....
A way enhanced with glass and beads There is, that to the Chapel leads; Whose structure, for his holy rest, Is here the Halcyon's curious nest; Into the which who looks, shall see...
O bitter sprig! Confession sprig! In the bouquet I give you place also - I bind you in, Proceeding no further till, humbled publicly, I give fair warning, once for all. ...
O Canada, my country and my love, Held in my heart all other lands above; To thee to whom my homage should belong I pay the cheerful tribute of my song,...
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,...
O city, look the Eastward way! Beyond thy roofs of shadowy red and grey Floats like a lily on the airy stream, Radiant and vast, a cloud, Around whose billowy head...
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tir'd pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:...
O come to the meadows! I'll show you where Primrose and violet blow, And the hawthorn spreads its blossoms fair, White as the driven snow. I'll show you where the daisies dot With silver stars the lea,...
Chisel the likeness of The Chief, Not in gaiety, nor grief; Change not by your art to stone, Ireland's laugh, or Ireland's moan. Dark her tale, and none can tell...
O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go For many a choir is singing now Where Love did sometime go. And hear you not the thrushes calling, Calling us away?...
We look in vain for our Past Grands, Now scattered over many lands, Now some o'er the wide world do rove, And some have joined Grand Lodge above, But ever since Father Adams' fall...
While from the purpling east departs The star that led the dawn, Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts, For May is on the lawn. A quickening hope, a freshening glee, Foreran the expected Power,...
Far back in the ages, The plough with wreaths was crowned; The hands of kings and sages Entwined the chaplet round; Till men of spoil disdained the toil By which the world was nourished,...
O rustic herald of the spring, At length in yonder woody vale Fast by the brook i hear thee sing; And, studious of thy homely tale, Amid the vespers of the grove, Amid the chanting choir of love,...