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,…

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…

They were coming across the prairi… galloping hard and fast; For the eyes of those desperate ri… their man at last— Sighted him off to Eastward, wher…

A meadow brown; across the yonder… A zigzag fence is ambling; here a… Of underbush has cleft its course… Till where beyond it staggers up a… The long, grey rails stretch in a…

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…

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

I may not go to-night to Bethlehe… Nor follow star-directed ways, nor… The paths wherein the shepherds wa… To Christ, and peace, and God’s g… I may not hear the Herald Angel’s…

The sky-line melts from russet int… Unbroken the horizon, saving where A wreath of smoke curls up the far… And points the distant lodges of t… Etched where the lands and cloudla…

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,

Sounds of the seas grow fainter, Sounds of the sands have sped; The sweep of gales, The far white sails, Are silent, spent and dead.

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…

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,

There’s a brave little berry-brown… At the opposite side of the earth; Of the White, and the Black, and… He’s the smallest in compass and g… O! he’s little, and lively, and T…

To-night I hunger so, Beloved one, to know If you recall and crave again the… That haunted our canoe, And wove its witchcraft through

There’s a spirit on the river, the… They are chanting, they are singin… As they steal amid the silence, And the shadows of the shore. You can hear them when the Northe…