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

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…

It is the blood-hued maple straigh… Voicing abroad its patriotic song. Its daring colours bravely flingin… The ensign of the Nation of the N…

MUSKOKA A stream of tender gladness, Of filmy sun, and opal tinted skie… Of warm midsummer air that lightly… In mystic rings,

At husking time the tassel fades To brown above the yellow blades, Whose rustling sheath enswathes th… That bursts its chrysalis in scorn Longer to lie in prison shades.

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…

Speak of you, sir? You bet he did… To go back on a fellow just becaus… Why, sir, he thought a lot of you,… Says he, “The Squire will some ti… And give us the surprise.” And so…

Who is it lacks the knowledge? Wh… To whine and sneer that they do no… But we of the North will answer,… Let the curs beware lest the whelp… For these are the kind whose muscl…

Elfin bell in azure dress, Chiming all day long, Ringing through the wilderness Dulcet notes of song. Daintiest of forest flowers

The sun’s red pulses beat, Full prodigal of heat, Full lavish of its lustre unrepres… But we have drifted far From where his kisses are,

I swing to the sunset land— The world of prairie, the world of… The world of promise and hope and… The world of gold, and the world o… And the world of the willing hand.

Pillowed and hushed on the silent… Wrapped in her mantle of golden gr… Wearied of pleasuring weeks away, Summer is lying asleep to-day,— Where winds come sweet from the wi…

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…

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,

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…