There was a man-a Jew of kingly b… But of the people-poor and lowly b… Accused of blasphemy of God, He s… Before the Roman Pilate, while in… The multitude demanded it was fit

Sob of fall, and song of forest, c… Calling through the seas and silen… Where the mountain pass is narrow,… Down its rocky-throated canyon, si… You are singing there together thr…

There is a lonely minor chord that… Faintly and far along the forest w… When the firs finger faintly on th… Of that rare violin the night wind… Just as it whispered once to you a…

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…

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…

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…

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

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

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…

When did you sink to your dreamles… Out there in your thunder bed? Where the tempests sweep, And the waters leap, And the storms rage overhead.

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

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…

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…

IN MUSKOKA Lichens of green and grey on every… And green and grey the rocks benea… Above our heads the canvas stretch… And over all, enchantment rare and…

Not of the seething cities with th… Their fetid airs, their reeking st… Not of the buried yesterdays, but… The glory and the gateway of the y… The Northern Lights dance down he…