Let no one say of Christ's Church, "Ichabod," Or deem her strength partaker of decay, Or think her trumpet voices fail. To-day I saw a man who was a man of God, His feet with gospel preparation shod,...
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I sauntered weak and weary From a jovial fellow-student's room upon another floor; As I sauntered, sadder, sicker, suddenly I heard a snicker,...
Next morning in the Park I took a stroll. A walk upon Mount Royal is a thing, Glorious at any time, but most of all At early morning in the opening spring,...
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,...
How often, Lord, when 'tis Thy will To use the chastening rod, My soul, possessed of passions ill, Rebels against its God! Denies that Justice reigns in heaven, Doth His decrees pervade;...
It was back in Renfrew County, near the Opeongo line, Where the land's all hills and hollows and the hills are clothed with pine, And in the wooded valleys little lakes shine here and there...
It's very disagreeable to sit here in the cold, And a sinful waste of time - ah, well, it's too late now to scold; I'll think about my sermon and my prayers for Sunday next,...
Our hearts are set on pleasure and on gain. Fine clothes, fair houses, more and daintier bread; We have no strivings, and no hunger-pain For spiritual food; our souls are dead....
Lord, I am weak and worthless, better fit To grovel in the dust, a worm of earth, Than wear Thy holy image, which I do But daily with defilement desecrate. Long-suffering God! in mercy infinite!...
In a notable college the story is told 'Twill bear repetition, although somewhat old That, at some unauthenticate date in the past (I think 'twas the month or the year before last),...
"Give me of your fruit, banana! Of your yellow fruit, banana! Growing on the tropic islands, Fertile islands in the ocean; I a little trick will play me, Play it on the darkened staircase,...
The tread of arm'd mariners is in our streets to-day, An Empire's pulse is beating in the march of this array. From western woods, and Celtic hills, and homely Saxon shires,...