SUMMER IN SASKATCHEWAN
... WRITTEN BY A. HUGH FISHER Over the corn A little wind's running, Running, oh! running! The little wind dies. Oceans of splendour Shining and sunning Just themselves sunning Unde ...
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A Highland Lass in London
... a f^ttjfilanli Haas in iLonTion This is my happy hostelry I own nae lordly ha'. I pay the rent an' tak' ye tent I let nae tears doon fa' I pay the rent noo tak' ye tent I-- I pay the rent, that's a' I ...
Real Ladies
... Llral HalJirs Each mottling to the park I go. And with my nurse walk to and jro, For there are many children there Sent by Mammas to take the air. We see the same ones every day, And watch them run ab ...
The Rendezvous
... i&entiFjbflus They passed near the gray gate, her husband and she, Close by the vine-tangled wall as dusk slid down The parapetted sky. Nervously She shrank against him, twisting at her gown. And star ...
... To-Morrow
... ?8astrn, £o=iHovnito Yesterday Is bent and gray, Tedious, mumbling, Toothless, Jumbling, Ever grumbling At to-day. To-morrow' s eyes are Wight,' About his head there plays The light of happier days, T ...
Valentine's Day
... T^alentme's Bay On the rounded green of an apple tree bough, I saw a fairy swing, And soft and sweet as a butterfly's kiss I heard him sing , , Promise of buds to break i ...
Departure
... Hqmrture From the Magian dome, From the temple of light, The spirit would roam; And it must know aright. If the earth were its home, It would not go hence I will trust to its sight I will follow its s ...
Puff, Puff!
... luff, luff! A little 'boy of nearly two, With curls of gold and eyes of blue, Be weather fine, or wet, or rough, Delights to watch beside the bridge The trains that rush around the ridge, And see the ...
At Charing Cross
... a t a r i n g at r 0 s s By day and night the tides sweep out and in Now, on the ebb our boys are carried far To deeps in which the new life will begin, Where storm and death and hell and glory are. N ...
An Afternoon at New Gardens
... Slit afternoon at l&eto t&artiens We thought to make a daisy chain, But found the buttercup A coronal as fair again For your dark locks and up We pulled the yellow cups that grew Where other rarer flo ...
Supplication
... juj Suppltfation Now troublous days crowd on us from the Past, And from the Future surge the shining eyes Of lovely hours that dwell in Paradise, But watch our wandering feet which come at last Now we ...
The Call of the Homeland
... (tfall of tf)c ^omelantr The London squares arc dusty, The grass is parched and brown, The leaves upon the London trees Curl up and tumble-down. Here reigns no golden Autumn To fill us with delight, B ...