#Canadians
We hail thee now, O Jesus, thy presence here we own, though sight and touch have failed… and faith perceives alone; thy love has veiled thy glory;
GREAT mother! from the depths of… From mountain pass and burning sun… We, thine unlettered children of t… Upraise to thee the everlasting hy… Of nature, language of the skies a…
THINE everlasting mountains and… And awful silence, floweret, know… I have not wandered to thy native… Among the crags, but oft as I rep… Musing by winter fire at daylight’…
DEDICATION O POOR, sad hearts that strug… Like shipwrecked sailors on a spar… Through deepening glooms, if haply… Some day-dawn glimmer of what is t…
WINTER forests mutely standing Naked on your bed of snow, Wide your knotted arms expanding To the biting winds that blow, Nought ye heed of storm or stress,
WORDS are but passing symbols of… Crying unto deep in individual sou… And men are words on the great voi… Through Nature, since that morn w… The elements heard, and they who v…
IMPERIAL city, slumb’ring on t… Of vanished empire, once thy voice… Rocked the wide world; thy finger… Into thy girdle; who for crown alo… Didst wear the stars. Yet still i…
’TWAS afternoon in winter, and t… Sloped softly up the walls, as day… In tremulous cloud-beams, while th… Blazoned with saints the columns o… All sounds had died away; to left…
I HEARD a voice at midnight, an… “O weary heart, O soul for which… Why wilt thou spurn My wounded ha… ”Is there a heart more tender, mor… Than that sad heart which gave its…
O little hands, long vanished in t… Sweet fairy hands that were my tre… My heart is full of music from som… Where ye make melody for God’s de… Though autumn clouds obscure the s…
PART I IN the land that is neither night… Where the mists sleep over the for… A sad, sad spirit wandered away. The woods are still—no brooks, no…
WE stand above the abyss; beneath… Around and onward infinite darknes… The sky above is black; the watch-… The dying year. While slow in sil… Pale ghosts come towards us from t…
WHAT power can break the inner h… The rich imaginings, heard like di… O’er purple meadow-lands at eve, w… Look starwards mute? Hopes that l… Into mid-heaven, and to entrancèd…
SWEET little upturned faces, Poor little hands and feet, Little eyes that are careworn and… From hunger and want in the street… Hear ye that skylark singing
I SAW Truth on the mountains, go… With day-dawn, girt about with ski… Of azure mist, half veiling from m… Her silent face and gaze upturned… Beneath were clouded steeps of sha…