#Canadians
At the drowsy dusk when the shadow… From the golden west, where the su… An angel mused: “Is there good o… In the mad world’s heart, since on… ‘Round the cross a mid-day twiligh…
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.
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…
Amid my books I lived the hurryin… Disdaining kinship with my fellow… Alike to me were human smiles and… I cared not whither Earth’s great… Till as I knelt before my moulder…
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…
“It fell on a day, that he went ou… And he said unto his father, My h… Carry him to his mother. And . .… and then died. And she went up, a… And shut the door upon him and wen…
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…
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…
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…
An uphill path, sun-gleams between… Where every beam that broke the le… Lit other hills with fairer ways t… Some clustered graves where half o… And one grim Shadow creeping ever…
“. . . 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…
Beneath her window in the fragrant… I half forget how truant years hav… Since I looked up to see her cham… Or catch, perchance, her slender s… Upon the casement; but the nodding…
He wrought in poverty, the dull gr… But with the night his little lamp… Was bright with battle flame, or t… Of smoke that stung his eyes he he… Of Bluecher’s guns; he shared Alm…
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.
“Sleep, weary ones, while ye may— Sleep, oh, sleep!” Eugene Field. Thro’ May time blossoms, with whi… The soft wind sang to the dead bel…
