A dash of yellow sand, Wind-scattered and sun-tanned; Some waves that curl and cream alo… And, creeping close to these Long shores that lounge at ease,

Plains, plains, and the prairie la… To the north the open country, sou… Never a bit of woodland, never a r… Only a stretch of cactus beds, and… Never a habitation, save where in…

We first saw light in Canada, the… We are the pulse of Canada, its m… And we, the men of Canada, can fa… That we were born in Canada benea… Few of us have the blood of kings,…

Up the dusk-enfolded prairie, Foot-falls, soft and sly, Velvet cushioned, wild and wary, Then—the coyote’s cry. Rush of hoofs, and roar and rattle…

So near at hand (our eyes o’erlook… In search of distant things) A dear dream lay—perchance to grow… Had we but felt its wings Astir. The air our very breathing…

What of the days when we two dream… Days marvellously fair, As lightsome as a skyward floating… Sailing on summer air— Summer, summer, that came drifting…

You didn’t know Billy, did you? W… The greatest fellow you ever seen… An’ sing! say, you never heard sin… I used to say to him, “Billy, tha… A mighty sight more bank-notes to…

And only where the forest fires ha… Scorching relentlessly the cool no… A sweet wild flower lifts its purp… And, like some gentle spirit sorro… It hides the scars with almost hum…

My forest brave, my Red-skin love… We may not meet to-morrow; who can… What mighty ills befall our little… Or what you’ll suffer from the whi… Here is your knife! I thought ’tw…

All the long day the vapours playe… At blindfold in the city streets, Their elfin fingers caught and sta… The sunbeams, as they wound their… Into a filmy barricade

I am sailing to the leeward, Where the current runs to seaward Soft and slow, Where the sleeping river grasses Brush my paddle as it passes

Cards, and swords, and a lady’s lo… That is a tale worth reading, An insult veiled, a downcast glove… And rapiers leap unheeding. And ’tis O! for the brawl,

Idles the night wind through the d… That waking murmur low, As some lost melody returning stir… The love of long ago; And through the far, cool distance…

From out the west, where darkling… The 'waking wind pipes soft its ri… From out the west, o’erhung with f… The wind preludes with sighs its r… Then blowing, singing, piping, lau…

There is no song his colours canno… For all his art breathes melody, a… The fine, keen beauty that his bru… To murmuring marbles and to golden… The music of those marbles you can…