Twelve weeks had passed - how slowly! - day by day, Since formal, dull Sir Calendar had bowed Old Winter from the scene, and cried, "Make way! The Spring, the Spring!" and still a sullen cloud...
As one, who, from an antechamber dim, Is ushered suddenly to his surprise Before a gathering of the great and wise, Feels for the moment all his senses swim, Then looks around him like a veteran grim...
There may be more enchanting climes Within a southern zone; There may be eastern Edens deckt With charms to thee unknown; But thou art fairest unto me, Because thou art mine own, Canada, my land....
Know'st thou the land where the pious and bold Beared Christianity's emblem of old, And civilization's beneficent reign Extended o'er anarchy's savage domain? The land of the dauntless explorers who prest...
The snow lies pure and peaceful on the ground, Serenely smiles the azure sky o'erhead: The Sabbath spirit dwells on all around, And weekly toils and discords all are fled. ...
Here is a banquet-table of delights, A sumptuous feast of true ambrosial food; Here is a journey among goodly sights, In choice society or solitude; Here is a treasury of gems and gold -...
Thee best of leaves I love, In forest or in grove, O Maple Leaf; O thou which art the sign Of this dear land of mine, What loveliness is thine, O Maple Leaf! ...
"Who first invented work?" asks Elia, he Whose life to an ungenial task was wed, And answers, "Satan"; but it could not be - On idleness his foul ambition fed; By idleness the heavenly domiciles...
Where are those days, O Caledon, So glorious and bright, In which thy star resplendent shone With passing lustrous light? Alas! alas! those happier days Are shrouded in the past,...
I cannot loiter on my way, The ice is drifting through Belle Isle, And far to seaward by Cape Ray Broad leagues of open water smile. Unheeded now, the inland barge Creeps heavily, the fisher dips...
I swear by the holy Virgin, I swear by her Son divine, I swear by the throne of the Mighty, I swear by the hope that is mine; I swear by the youth and innocence, By the beauty that has been,...
Though like Ulysses, fam'd of old, I travell'd, or the wandering Jew, No nobler sight could I behold Than one which daily meets my view, This mighty stream, my country's pride,...