The clouds that promise a glorious morrow Are fading slowly, one by one; The earth no more bright rays may borrow From her loved Lord, the golden sun; Gray evening shadows are softly creeping,...
Hush, mourning mother, wan and pale! No sobs - no grieving now: No burning tears must thou let fall Upon that cold still brow; No look of anguish cast above, Nor smite thine aching breast,...
All hail to thee, noble and generous Land! With thy prairies boundless and wide, Thy mountains that tower like sentinels grand, Thy lakes and thy rivers of pride! ...
Earnest and sad the solemn tale That the sighing winds give back, Scatt'ring the leaves with mournful wail O'er the forest's faded track; Gay summer birds have left us now For a warmer, brighter clime,...
'Twas a wild and stormy sunset, changing tints of lurid red Flooded mountain top and valley and the low clouds overhead; And the rays streamed through the windows of a building stately, high,...
"Father!" a youthful hero said, bending his lofty brow "On the world wide I must go forth - then bless me, bless me, now! And, ere I shall return oh say, what goal must I have won -...
The place is fair and tranquil, Judaea's cloudless sky Smiles down on distant mountain, on glade and valley nigh, And odorous winds bring fragrance from palm-tops darkly green,...
Upon his sculptured judgment throne the Roman Ruler sate; His glittering minions stood around in all their gorgeous state; But proud as were the noble names that flashed upon each shield -...
The dusky warriors stood in groups around the funeral pyre, The scowl upon their knotted brows betrayed their vengeful ire. It needed not the cords, the stake, the rites so stern and rude,...
Throughout the country for many a mile There is not a nobler, statelier pile Than ivy crowned Rathmore Hall; And the giant oaks that shadow the wold, Though hollowed by time, are not as old...
O Madonna, pure and holy, From sin's dark stain ever free, Refuge of the sinner lowly, I come - I come to thee! Now with wreaths of sinful pleasure Yet my tresses twined among;...
Well have Canadians chosen thee As the emblem of their land, Thou noble, spreading maple tree, Lord of the forest grand; Through all the changes Time has made, Thy woods so deep and hoar...
On proud Mount Royal's Eastern side, In view of St. Lawrence's silver tide, Are two stone towers of masonry rude, With massive doors of time-darken'd wood: Traces of loop-holes are in the walls,...
Softly the sunbeams gleamed athwart the Temple proud and high - Built up by Israel's wisest to the Lord of earth and sky - Lighting its gorgeous fretted roof, and every sacred fold...
* In process of demolition when this poem was written. The Recollect Friars purchased the ground on which the church in question was built in 1692, and on it they constructed a temporary chapel. The actual edifice, however, was...
'Tis no wild and wond'rous legend, but a simple pious tale Of a gentle shepherd maiden, dwelling in Italian vale, Near where Arno's glittering waters like the sunbeams flash and play...
The day was o'er, and in their tent the weaned victors met, In wine and social gaiety the carnage to forget. The merry laugh and sparkling jest, the pleasant tale were there -...