There’s wine in the cup, Vancouve… And there’s warmth in my heart for… While I drink to your health, you… And the things that you yet will d… In a vintage rare and olden,

West wind, blow from your prairie… Blow from the mountains, blow from… The sail is idle, the sailor too ; O! wind of the west, we wait for y… Blow, blow!

The cedar trees have sung their ve… And now the music sleeps— Its benediction falling where the… Dusk of the forest creeps. Mute grows the great concerto—and…

Sing to us, cedars; the twilight i… With shadowy garments, the wildern… All day we have carolled, and now… So echo the anthems we warbled to… While we swing, swing,

To-night the west o’er-brims with… Its chalice overflows With pools of purple colouring the… Aflood with gold and rose; And some hot soul seems throbbing…

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,

Measures of oil for others, Oil and red wine, Lips laugh and drink, but never Are the lips mine. Worlds at the feet of others,

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,

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…

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…

October’s orchestra plays softly o… The northern forest with its thous… And Autumn, the conductor wields… The Golden-rod—The baton that he…

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…

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,

“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

Captive! Is there a hell to him l… A taunt more galling than the Hur… He—proud and scornful, he—who laug… He—scion of the deadly Iroquois, He—the bloodthirsty, he—the Mohaw…