#Canadians
The day is past and the toilers ce… The land grows dim 'mid the shadow… And hearts are glad, for the dark… At the close of day. Each weary toiler, with lingering…
One spake amid the nations, “Let… From darkening with strife the fai… We who are great in war be great i… No longer let us plead the cause b… But from a million British graves…
“. . . with two other priests; the… and was buried by the shores of th… Chronicle. “Nay, grieve not that ye can no ho… To these poor bones that presently…
Cometh the night. The wind falls… The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones g… Cluster, like children strayed awa… But found again, and folded so.
The earth grows white with harvest… The sickles gleam, until the darkn… Her web of silence o’er the thankf… Of reapers bringing home the golde… The wave tops whiten on the sea fi…
I saw a King, who spent his life… Into a nation all his great heart… Unsatisfied until he should achiev… The grand ideal that his manhood s… Yet as he saw the end within his r…
Here all the day she swings from t… Here all night long she tugs a rus… A masterless hulk that was a ship… Yet unashamed: her memories remai… It was Nelson in the 'Captain’,…
-1908 Of old, like Helen, guerdon of th… Like Helen fair, like Helen light… “The spoils unto the conquerors be… Who winneth me must win me by the…
Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid… Be comforted! No grief of night… Against the joys that throng thy c… Sleep, little heart!
O guns, fall silent till the dead… Above their heads the legions pres… (These fought their fight in time… And died not knowing how the day h… O flashing muzzles, pause, and let…
In Flanders fields the poppies bl… Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sk… The larks, still bravely singing,… Scarce heard amid the guns below.
“What I spent I had; what I save… But yesterday the tourney, all the… The waving of the banners, and the… The clash of sword and harness, an… To-night begin the silence and the…
If night should come and find me a… When all Life’s day I had, tho’ f… And shallow furrows, cleft in ston… Were all my labour: Shall I coun… If only one poor gleaner, weak of…
“. . . defeated, with great loss.” Not we the conquered! Not to us… Of them that flee, of them that ba… Nor ours the shout of victory, the… Of them that vanquish in a stricke…
Ye have sung me your songs, ye hav… (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me now, but to strike me… (A treacherous lover, the sea!) Once I saw as I lay, half-awash i…
