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

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…

Music, music with throb and swing, Of a plaintive note, and long; ’Tis a note no human throat could… No harp with its dulcet golden str… Nor lute, nor lyre with liquid rin…

What dream you in the night-time When you whisper to the moon? What say you in the morning? What do you sing at noon? When I hear your voice uplifting,

To none the city bends a servile k… Purse-proud and scornful, on her h… And at her feet the great white mo… Shoulders incessantly the grey-gol… One the Almighty’s child since ti…

My heart forgot its God for love… And you forgot me, other loves to… Now through a wilderness of thorn… Back to my God I turn. And just because my God forgets t…

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…

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…

Little brown baby-bird, lapped in… Wrapped in your nest, Strapped in your nest, Your straight little cradle-board… Its hands are your nest;

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,…

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…

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

‘Yes, sir, it’s quite a story, tho… But such things happened often whe… And the trapper tilted back his ch… ‘I ain’t thought of it neither fer… Although it used to haunt me in th…

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…

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…