Night ‘neath the northern skies, l… Naught but the starlight lies ’twi… Of man no need has he, of God, no… He and his Deity are brothers the… Above his bivouac the firs fling d…

(ACROSTIC) Crown of her, young Vancouver; cr… Atlantic and far Pacific sweeping… North of her, ice and arctics; sou… Aloft, her Empire’s pennant; belo…

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,

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

All yesterday the thought of you w… And when sleep wandered o’er the w… To fill my dreams with splendour s… And in the morn I wakened with yo… Awakened, my beloved, to the morni…

The lost wind wandering, forever g… Low overhead, Above grey mosses whispering of le… Fallen and dead. And through the lonely night sweep…

‘False,’ they said, 'thy Pale-fac… Rise and wed thy Redskin wooer, n… Cease thy watching, cease thy drea… Show the white thine Indian scorn… Thus they taunted her, declaring,…

I am the one who loved her as my l… Had watched her grow to sweet youn… Won the dear privilege to call her… And found the world, because of he… I am the one who heard the spirit…

Time and its ally, Dark Disarmame… Have compassed me about, Have massed their armies, and on b… My forces put to rout; But though I fight alone, and fal…

Across the street, an humble woman… To her ’tis little fortune ever gi… Denied the wines of life, it puzzl… To know how she can laugh so cheer… This morn I listened to her softl…

What saw you in your flight to-day… Crows, awinging your homeward way? Went you far in carrion quest, Crows, that worry the sunless west… Thieves and villains, you shameles…

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…

When each white moon, her lantern… Comes out to join the star night-w… Across the grey-green sea, a ship… For me a letter, from the Motherl… Naught would I care to live in qu…

‘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…

“Wreck and stray and castaway.”—S… Once more adrift. O’er dappling sea and broad lagoon… O’er frowning cliff and yellow dun… The long, warm lights of afternoon