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Matheson - -Release Date: March 25, 2016 [EBook #51554] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - - - - POEMS - - BY - - D. M. MATHESON - - EX-PRINCIPAL - - ALEXANDER MCKAY SCHOOL - - [Illustration: colophon] - - HALIFAX, N. S. - - - - -CONTENTS - - -Indian Summer 3-4 - -Mother Love 4 - -Petoobok 5-6 - -Langemarc 7 - -Edith Cavell 8 - -Cardinal Mercier 8 - -The Bard of Ayr 9 - -The Soul of Flanders 10 - -The Gardens 11 - -Keep the Gardens Growing 12 - -An Elegy Written in Richmond 13-17 - -The Cottage School 18-21 - -December Sixth 1917 22-23 - -Life Is But One Darn Thing After Another 24 - -Courcellette 25-26 - -Vimy Ridge 27-28 - -God Save Our Empire 29 - -The Veteran 30 - - - - -INDIAN SUMMER - - - Fair are fleets of white winged prows - Swiftly sailing o’er the sea; - Fair are herds of homing cows, - Winding slowly o’er the lea; - Fair are orchards, when replete - With rich blossoms pink and white; - Fair are fields of ripening wheat - Shining in the morning light; - Fair is any mountain sheet - Burnishing in colors bright; - - Fair are all Acadia’s lands; - All its streams and wooded lakes, - Headlands high and pebbly strands, - When the early morning breaks, - Fair its scented flowers and trees, - And its many landlocked bays, - Rippling in the summer breeze; - Themes for minstrel muses’ lays-- - But far fairer than all these - Are Acadia’s autumn days. - - Made from heavenly design - By some unseen Artisan; - Gift of Architect divine, - To Acadia’s Weather man. - Fairest season of the year, - When boon Nature’s at her height - Robed in all her beauty sere, - And fair Luna sheds her light - With a more bewitching cheer - Through the watches of the night. - - And God’s lowly creatures all, - Who the freeman’s burden bore, - Having heeded labor’s call - Now have plentitude in store, - And from every household hearth - Nightly offered up the “word”. - As a sacrifice of worth - To a kind and gracious Lord - For the riches of the earth, - Filling thus the family board. - - And a thrill of peaceful joy - Permeates the human breast - And the starry vaulted sky - Seemingly is at its best, - For old Sol in all his pride - Scorpion doth then adorn, - Midway in his yearly ride - ’Twixt the Line and Capricorn. - In this lovely Autumntide - Was Waegwoltic’s wedding morn. - -[Illustration: decoration of text] - - - - -MOTHER LOVE - - - Mother! All that’s blest and good, - Centres round that treasured word, - Mother-love and motherhood! - Sweetest sounds man ever heard, - Mother! blest and sweetest name, - Spoken by the human tongue, - Age and youth do thee acclaim, - Angels have thy praises sung, - And the greatness of thy fame, - Hath through all the ages rung. - - Mother-love! whose fountain flow, - Feedeth man the living breath, - And which burns with tenser glow, - Even when he’s cold in death; - Blest and wondrous gift divine - Of the master Artisan - In fair Eden’s holy shrine - To the fallen creature man, - When fell Satan did design - To destroy Creation’s plan. - -[Illustration: decoration of text] - - - - -PETOOBOK - - - Of Petoobok and of its golden sea, - The fairest gem of Nature’s fashioning - The beauty spot of beauteous Acadie, - Its summer and its winter scenes I sing: - Here in primeval days great Neptune wise - Conspired with Fora, bounteous and free, - To make a masterpiece, a paradise, - Where Nymphs and Naiad’s might forever woo; - And now by night and day it ever lies - Reflecting in its waters, deep and blue - The heavenly wonders of the vaulted skies. - - In splendour, wild and picturesque and grand, - Beneath its sentinel hills like crystal set - With rarest taste by God and Nature’s hand. - It mirrors in its depth the silhouette - Of mountains, which, like heroes of romance, - Along its lovely shores forever stand, - To guard the waters of its vast expanse, - And holds to-day the same bewitching charm - Of loveliness divine, you to entrance, - As on the morn the cry of Golden Arm, - Burst from the lips of sons of sunny France. - - Lake Petoobok, on summer afternoon - Looks fair and lovely to the mortal gaze, - And lovely too, what time the hunter’s moon - Illuminates it with her bewitching rays, - As it lies sleeping ’neath its guardian hills - By Flora robed in beauty, rare and boon, - With foliage of variegated frills - On which the dancing beams like fairies glint - And from Dame Nature’s ample store distils - Those dyes of one and thousand autumn tints - Wrought by some magic hand in fairy mills. - - But Petoobok is fairest to behold - On Autumn morn, when orient Sunlight breaks - In radiant glory on its arm of gold, - And gentle noosuk[A] into the ripples shakes, - The placid surface of its crystal sea, - And to the eye a vista doth unfold, - A wondrous scene of heavenly alchemy, - Like that told us by John in Holy Writ, - Which fills the soul with perfect ecstasy, - And which once seen, though time be preterit - In after life in dreams you’ll ever see. - - [A] West wind.s - - - - -LANGEMARC - -(1915) - - - Sleep on ye brave Canadians, - In Langemarc’s blood-stained mead, - Your glorious act will ever rank - A truly golden deed, - Sleep on with France and Briton - And Belgian, side by side, - Sleep ye and they your last long sleep, - The last roll call to bide. - - And mother nature, gentlest nurse, - Will ever nightly lave - Your lowly grave with kindly dews - While weeping willows wave; - And kindly zephyrs every day, - And every night will sigh, - A sweet memoriam for aye, - Your tomb to sanctify. - - And Belgian maids and matrons, too - Will often leave the loom - To gather wilding flowers, - To beautify your tomb; - And peasants when they pass your way, - Oft to their sons will say: - “’Twas here the brave Canadians - The fierce Huns held at bay.” - - And when the Angel Gabriel, - Shall sound the trumpet blast, - Then you shall all awaken - From your seeming death at last, - And, standing at attention, - While angel voices sing, - In unison you will salute, - The universal King. - - - - -EDITH CAVELL - -(1916) - - - Dear martyred maid, thy cruel death hath thrilled - With loathing deep the whole of human kind - Against the Hun who thy death sentence signed; - Thy barb’rous death all manly hearts hath filled - With feelings such as never can be stilled; - In every home thy name is hence enshrined, - Thy death scene pictured clear in every mind - In thy life’s blood, the murd’rous Hun hath spilled - Angelic maid, could we but lift the veil - Which hides from mortal eyes God’s holy land - With Joan of Arc and Florence Nightingale, - Thy wounded temple with a filet bound, - With harp in hand, thy head with glory crowned, - Amidst the heavenly choir we’d see thee stand. - -[Illustration: decoration of text] - - - - -TO CARDINAL MERCIER - -(1916) - - - Illustrious shepherd of the Prince of Peace, - With priestly zeal you watched thy Belgian fold, - Any aye performed its duties manifold, - That love and virtue did therein increase, - And want and sorrow all the while surcease, - While Christian culture her rich page enrolled - Heroic men and women chaste to mould; - The cross, thy sceptre, and the crook, thy creese: - But when the robber Hun assailed thy flock, - Then stood you forth, the patriot and priest, - With clarion call to champion the right, - And met the onset of the Prussian beast - And all the hosts of his embattled might, - Firm and immovable, as Zion’s Rock. - - - - -THE BARD OF AYR - -(1915) - - - Oh come sweet muse, with well tuned lyre, - On this our Robbie’s natal day, - A rustic poet’s mind inspire - That he may sing a homely lay. - - Of all the warblers ever born, - I dearly love the bard of Ayr, - Whose lovely songs both night and morn, - Have freed my wearied mind from care. - - If fault he had, ’twas Nature’s fault, - And man, beware that you have none, - Before you do yourself exalt, - To cast at Robbie Burns a stone. - - I wish he was with us tonight, - To pass a pleasant hour or two, - And fill all hearts with rare delight, - As he was ever wont to do. - - Methinks e’en now I see him sit - The centre of an eager throng, - And hear his ceaseless flow of wit, - Or words of some soul stirring song. - - His lovely songs will e’er be sung, - And greener grow his memory, - ’Mong people whether old or young, - Till father Time has ceased to be. - - - - -THE SOUL OF FLANDERS - -(1916) - - - The chimes that oft from old Malines, - Rang out their sacred strain, - At morning, noon and eventide, - Shall never ring again; - That voice that called the living, - Or sadly mourned the dead, - Is still and silent now for aye: - The soul of Flanders’ fled. - - The peasant at his daily toil, - Shall listen now in vain, - From early morn till evening, - To hear those chimes again; - But never shall such silver sounds - By harmony inbred, - Fall on his ever listening ears; - The soul of Flanders’ fled. - - Those lovely chimes, which e’er were wont - To sound with morn’s first beams, - And ’wake the tourist from his sleep, - Will haunt his waking dreams; - But never more those dulcet sounds - Will rouse him from his bed, - And fill his soul with ecstasy: - The soul of Flanders’ fled. - - ’Tis strangely sad such chimes as those, - Which seemed a heavenly dow’r, - Should fall a prey to tyranny, - And war’s barbaric pow’r, - A city new will rise again - Up from its ashen bed, - But those old chimes shall ring no more: - The soul of Flanders’ fled. - - - - -THE GARDENS - -(1914) - - - Lovely Gardens, Eden’s bower, - Lovely in sunshine and shower. - Winding walks and shaded seats, - Babbling streams and cool retreats, - Flowing fountains throwing spray, - O’er the fishes at their play, - Geese and ducklings in the pond, - By the white swan chaperoned, - Grassy plots well trimmed and neat, - Decked with flowers, gay and sweet, - Trees and shrubs so sweetly blending - All its beauties never ending; - Fit place for the aged to talk - And for babes to learn to walk; - Wandering swains and straying madams, - Modern Eves and modern Adams; - Place where friend a friend may meet; - Lovers here each other greet, - And a groom and summer bride - On their honeymoon abide. - - - - -KEEP THE GARDENS GROWING - -(1918) - - - We were summoned from the play-ground, - We were called in from the wood, - And our country found us ready - At the stirring call for food. - Do not add unto our burden, - If you hap to pass along, - For, although our backs are breaking, - You can hear us sing this song:-- - - CHORUS - - Keep the gardens growing, - Digging, planting, hoeing; - If you plant and weed aright - The crop will grow. - Do not stand repining - While the sun is shining, - Turn the good soil inside out, - And fertilize and sow. - - Mother Britain sent a message, - To her daughter in the West, - “We need every kind of food-stuffs,” - So we’re bound to do our best; - For the soldiers in the trenches - And the homeland we must feed, - And no worthy son will fail her, - When his mother is in need. - - - - -AN ELEGY WRITTEN IN RICHMOND - - -I - - Low in the eastern sky the breaking light - Pales in the vault of heaven the morning star, - Presaging me the dying hour of night, - And that the twilight gray is not afar; - - -II - - For night is slowly changing into morn, - And through the gloom the forms of ships appear. - Across the Arm below, the bugle horn - Reveille’s call brings to my listening ear. - - -III - - No other sound is on the morning air - To echo back from hills and dales around; - No home has man; no beast has here lair, - And desolation seems to own the ground; - - -IV - - Save me who sit beneath an aged elm - Which some one’s home at Richmond once did grace, - Ere fell misfortune did it overwhelm - And left this tree alone to mark the place. - - -V - - Yet here I am beneath this hoary tree - And ruminate upon the recent past-- - If such events again should hap to be-- - The ruins round their gloomy bodings cast. - - -VI - - But still I sit amidst these scenes of death - Which call to mind that dire December day, - When Fate unkindly blew his blighting breath, - Reducing homes to dust, and men to clay. - - -VII - - And question thus: “Was there no law amiss? - Had no officials power to prevent - A devastation, dark and drear, as this? - Was Richmond’s loss naught but an accident?” - - -VIII - - And in my breast a rising hate I feel - For man-made Laws which oft protect the High - And leave the Low their grievous wounds to heal - And bear their load of sorrow till they die. - - -IX - - A sense of sadness passes through my soul, - An earthly grief akin to human-kind, - But ere this sorrow sad doth reach its goal - Celestial musings fill my troubled mind. - - -X - - The hatred lately felt within my breast - And which I vainly thought naught could allay - Until my spirit passed to its last rest; - I surely find is speeding fast away. - - -XI - - Some Spirit sweet seems near to me abide - Who doth from me remove all earthly dread, - And in most soothing ways my senses chide - That I hold counsel with the living dead. - - -XII - - I look around to see whose is the voice - Whose cadence falls so sweetly on my ear - As thus to make my hating heart rejoice, - But vain my quest, no living soul is near. - - -XIII - - A spirit voice I know, it needs must be - That sounds upon the air with silv’ry tone - And yet, withal, no fears arise in me, - Though midst the ruins here I am alone. - - -XIV - - The voice now cautions me to listen well, - And in harmonious tones with lightning speed - This story he narrates for me to tell, - And thus I write it down that all may read. - - -XV - - “That fatal morn, when Richmond felt secure, - With many more I ran to yonder hill - To watch the burning ship, all feeling sure - That nothing round could do us harm or ill. - - -XVI - - “And why should aught around fill us with fears - Did we not know: The flag that braves the breeze - On land and sea for full one thousand years, - Flew o’er our city still and o’er our seas? - - -XVII - - “The scene was bright and beautiful and grand, - With florid streamers shooting far on high, - And none who viewed the scene from sea or land - Were cognizant they were so soon to die. - - -XVIII - - “Whose was the fault is not for me to tell.-- - The Judge of All shall surely justice mete - To those who prematurely rang our knell - When they are come to His just judgement seat. - - -XIX - - “You wonder why I wander ’neath the vault - Of heaven here and fain would ask-- - ’Tis but to beg forgiveness of a fault - And do again another ill-done task. - - -XX - - “Though young in life, in wisdom now I’m old, - For I’ve passed through the chast’ning purge of fire; - My harp, though silver now, will soon be gold, - When time has passed and I have mounted higher. - - -XXI - - “Along the path with slow increasing pace - Into the realms of peace where all is light; - ’Till I have reached my time allotted seat, - There, to enjoy the beatific sight. - - -XXII - - “Of God for aye and His hosannas sing, - Amidst the saints of His twice chosen few, - Before the treble throne of God, our King, - The vision of whose glory’s ever new. - - -XXIII - - “The path is long, yet shorter may be made - By alms and prayers and other deeds of worth; - The happy day may, too, long be delayed - By thoughtless unforgiving hearts on earth. - - -XXIV - - “Then do good deeds while in the flesh, my friend - And trespassers forgive, lest you forget - Such charity, till you have reached the end - Of life with some one unforgiven yet. - - -XXV - - “Take heed that you will e’er remember this, - Lest you, as others did so oft before, - May cross that cold and ever dark abyss - Which separates earth from the spirit shore. - - -XXVI - - “Which lieth far beyond the farthest sun, - And trembling stand before high Heaven’s court - With unforgiven thought and task undone; - No camouflage to which you can resort. - - -XXVII - - “Be ye a man of lore, unlearned or youth, - Will there, as here on earth, avail you aught; - Nor will forensic speech conceal the truth - In your account of deed and word and thought. - - -XXVIII - - “In stilly night I’ve often wandered here - Far from those realms beyond the starry sky, - O’er that long way, so lonely, dark and drear, - But now the hour of bliss for me draws nigh. - - -XXIX - - “For soon the pearly gates, which now bar me, - Through which the sainted souls have ever trod - Will open wide and I shall ever see - The pristine glory of the throne of God.” - - - - -THE COTTAGE SCHOOL. - - -I - - Summer time was in the waning, - Vesper Sun was wending low, - And reminiscences brought me - Back to school days long ago - There the school-house stood before me, - And I was on hallowed ground, - Where each old association - Inspiration breathed around. - - -II - - Full in view the school was standing - Near the road and yet aloof, - Four square walls in ochre painted, - Topped off with a cottage roof. - In the distance old Atlantic - Glistened as in days of yore, - While upon his glimmering bosom, - White caps rolled towards the shore. - - -III - - On the diamond boys were playing - Base-ball, with eclat and shout; - Saw the batter three times fanning, - Heard the umpire’s “Batter’s out.” - Saw some other hit a grounder, - Speed away like a winged bird; - Heard the rooters merry shouting, - As he landed safe on third. - - -IV - - Heard the maidens merry laughter, - As they played upon the green, - And the rythm of their footfalls, - Skipping o’er the hard terrene, - Saw the little boys and maidens - Drinking at the nearby well: - And upon the air vibrating - Heard again the master’s bell. - - -V - - Plainly heard the foot-step sounding - On the floor with measured beats, - While the boys and girls were filing - Through the aisles towards their seats. - Saw the whole class sitting upright, - In position, one and all; - Heard distinctly “Here” and “Absent,” - Answered to the master’s call. - - -VI - - I could see the master’s visage, - With its look of learned lore, - While Sol’s summer shadows lengthened - Slowly o’er the school house floor; - O’er his head there hung a motto - With the words, “God Bless Our School” - Standing in the left-hand corner - Was the oft-used Dunces’ stool. - - -VII - - Heard him from the Holy Bible - Read from some New Testament, - And to each and every passage, - Young and old, attention lent. - Heard once more the school repeating - Earnestly the Saviour’s prayer, - While around a holy stillness - Floated on the ev’ning air. - - -VIII - - Saw the school take first position - At the sound of warning gong, - Heard the master’s voice intoning - Some old school or college song; - Saw all in position standing - With demeanour calm and still; - Saw them going through the movements - Of the military drill. - - -IX - - On the walls the maps were hanging, - Colored in blue, red and gold, - Ornamented with the pictures - Of the noted men of old. - Moral maxims, plainly written - On the board in plain relief, - “Order Is First Law of Heaven,” - With some others terse and brief. - - -X - - Summaries of all the home-work - By to-morrow to be learned; - Saw, too, some make interchanges - When the master’s back was turned. - On their slates the younger pupils - Strove to make their cranes and hooks, - While the older ones were busy - Writing in their copy books. - - -XI - - Heard them spell and give the meaning, - And pronounce in unison; - Heard them too, in concert reading, - Reading also, one by one. - Saw them, on the Black-board, parsing - With and without formal line; - Use of “a” and “n” explaining - “These” and “those” and “thy” and “thine.” - - -XII - - Heard them drill at combinations, - Learn to multiply and add, - Now subtracting, now dividing,-- - Doing as the master bade; - Saw them on the map locating - Chiefest places of the earth; - Heard them give events in History, - ’Fore and since our Saviour’s birth. - - -XIII - - Heard them, too, at Nature lessons, - Saw the card within their hands, - With the Flora and the Fauna - Of our own and other lands; - Heard the master talk on Civics, - And our duties to the State, - And on Etiquette and Hygiene, - Heard him, too, at length dilate. - - -XIV - - Not an incident was missing - Of those school days long since fled, - Though so many of its members - Now were numbered with the dead. - And too swiftly passed the vision - Retrospective of the past, - And upon my soul its setting - Fleeting specks of sadness cast. - - - - -DECEMBER SIXTH, 1917. - - -I - - It was a clear and cool December dawn, - And bright the Sun in all his glory rose - And shed his radiant rays in plenty on - The lovely arm which by our city flows, - And on the hills and dales and distant trees - By Nature robed in early winter mien: - All Labour was awake; the docks and quays - Were all astir and formed a busy scene; - The flag flung to the breeze o’er Citadel - Gave heart to all: last night the sentry cried, - As o’er his beat he trod, that all was well, - And old and young thought but of Christmas-tide. - “Lord God of Hosts,” what is that awful roar - Upon all ears rolls from the Richmond shore; - - -II - - I’ll ever hear that death-portending sound - And see the dead as side by side they lie, - And see the desolation wrought around - And hear the dying’s dissolution cry; - And see the houses bursting into flame - And those within consumed in tongues of fire, - And that long line of young, and old, and lame - Move slowly on when ordered to retire - From their wrecked homes to seek some safe retreat. - With falt’ring step and slow and wearied gait; - And see the motor cars whirl down the street - Full laden with their bloody, human freight: - For not, till in my breast the spirit dies - Will these sad scenes evanish from my eyes. - - -III - - And ever see the op’ning hour of school, - And hear the bell sound on the morning air, - And see each little one with reticule - And well-trained poise and step assembling there, - And each pale-faced teacher in her place - And all the children there on bended knees, - With innocence imprinted on each face, - And hear their prayer borne on the morning breeze, - And hear the glass and falling timbers crash, - And see the children through the windows leap - With blood fast flowing from each gaping gash - Upon their heads and faces, long and deep; - And fain am I to fall into despair - That scenes so sad should follow children’s prayer. - - -IV - - And ever see the blinded lying low - At Bellevue, Camp Hill, and College Hall; - And ever see the corpses, row on row, - Their mangled faces covered with a pall: - And curses such as tongue could never speak - Rise in my heart and flutter through my mind - Upon the man who did such ruin wreak - And leave such grief and misery behind; - And then a change comes o’er my angry thought - And I can see outlined upon the Cross - The Man of Sorrows, and I think of what - He did that Death be not our loss; - And bowing down I cry on bended knee - My Lord, my God, I yet have faith in Thee. - - - - -LIFE IS BUT ONE DARN THING AFTER ANOTHER. - - -I - - Whether in childhood or when you grow older, - Whether in summer or when it grows colder, - Whether in sunshine or lightning and thunder, - Be it on land or sea over or under, - Whether winter frosts freeze you or summer heat smother, - This you will find until life’s cord will sunder, - Life is but one darn thing after another. - - -II - - Whether you cry from grief or smile with laughter, - Think of the present or past or hereafter, - Whether you’re rooming or whether house-keeping, - Sewing or darning or dusting or sweeping, - Dreaming of yours or some other girl’s brother, - This you will find whether waking or sleeping, - Life is but one darn thing after another. - - -III - - If you have peace of mind or if you worry, - If things move slowly or if in a hurry, - If you make hasty steps or if you tarry, - If you stay single or if you marry, - Whether you barren be, whether a mother, - This you will find whate’er hap or miscarry, - Life is but one darn thing after another. - - - - -COURCELLETTE. - - - Early on an autumn morning, - Facing famous Courcellette, - Lay the Twenty-fifth battalion, - In the trenches damp and wet; - Far away from home and kindred, - Near the far-famed river Somme, - Here and there a man lay dying, - Stricken by a shell or bomb. - - Men of every trade and calling, - Of each company formed a part, - Downy youth and bearded manhood - From the farm and from the mart, - Miners, farmers, sailors, tradesmen, - From each hamlet, town and glen, - Born of Nova Scotian mothers - From the breed of manly men. - - All alert and ever watching, - On the guard both day and night, - Each one ever his part doing, - In the struggle for the right; - Thinking always of the homeland - Far away in Acadie, - Of a mother, wife, or sister - Whom they never more might see. - - On the high hills overlooking, - All the country down below, - In their deep concreted dugouts, - Lay the ever watchful foe; - With artillery commanding - All the hills for miles around, - Through which, like a thread of silver, - River Somme its free way wound. - - There were Saxons and Bavarians - In the Hun’s embattled host, - And the fierce and bloody Uhlans - Whom the Kaiser loves to toast; - Where they stood in close formation - Like a solid human block - Fronted by the famous fighters - Called the troops of battle shock. - - When upon the morn in question, - Just about the break of day, - Word the Twenty-fifth was given - To make ready for the fray; - And they sprang up from their trenches - Like the wild lynx with a bound, - And they rushed without a falter - Right across the barrage ground; - - And they fell upon the Germans - Like an avalanche of hail, - And the Teutons bent before them - Like the grain before the gale. - And with irresisting fury - They assailed the faltering Hun, - And before the day was over - Famous Courcellette was won. - - Then let mothers tell their babies - Whom they nurse upon their breasts, - And the teachers tell the children - In our schools from east to west, - How at Courcellette’s fierce battle, - An undying name was made - By the Twenty-fifth battalion - Of the fighting fifth brigade. - - - - -VIMY RIDGE. - - - For days the cannon roaring - With loud incessant peal, - The terrane and the trenches - Had torn with lead and steel; - Which told the boys in khaki - Of fighting near at hand, - And eagerly all waited - The long wished for command. - - Within the first line trenches, - The highland laddies lay, - Their thoughts were of their mothers - Or sweethearts far away; - Each one of them was thinking - Of home and native sod, - And like a Christian soldier - Had made his peace with God. - - The morn broke dark and stormy - With hail and snow and sleet, - Which made for many soldiers - Ere night, their winding sheet; - The shrapnel bits were flying, - Like swarms of summer midge, - When Borden’s highland laddies - Charged up the Vimy Ridge. - - On the top of this famed mountain, - Nearby the city Lens, - The enemy in dugouts - Lay like lions in their dens; - The mountain strong by nature, - The Germans stronger made - With cannon and with mortar, - On concrete bases laid. - - And thousands of machine guns, - In their allotted place, - And thousands of their snipers, - With rifle and with brace; - And lines of barbed wire fencing - Of every strength and size, - And aught else which their science - Or cunning could devise. - - Their seeming sense of safety, - The Teutons did elate, - And all were glibly chanting - The Kaiser’s hymn of hate, - When, lo! the pibroch’s skirling - Their first line did astound - And Donald, Rod and Angus - Came on them with a bound. - - And ere they had recovered - From their astonishment - The foremost of their gleemen - To sing elsewhere were sent; - And midst the cry of Kam’rade - In broken English spoke, - Both Prussian and Bavarian - Went down from bayonet stroke. - - And furious was the struggle, - ’Twixt Highlander and Hun, - For hand to hand the fighting - On Vimy Ridge was done. - The shock troops of the Kaiser, - And all his proud array, - Fled fast before the Bluenose - On that eventful day. - - And when the war is over, - And peace again is come, - We’ll give our gallant laddies - A highland welcome home; - With flags and banners waving, - With singing and with cheer, - We’ll celebrate the glory - Of Vimy day each year. - -[Illustration] - - - - -GOD SAVE OUR EMPIRE GREAT. - - - God save our empire great, - And to her board of state, - Wise Counsel bring; - May we in union free, - Mother and daughters be, - Ever one family: - God save the king. - Grant that there will arise, - Beneath Canadian skies, - Freedom’s offspring; - May we be always free, - From hate and bigotry, - Co-heirs of liberty: - God save the king. - - - - -THE VETERAN - - - A veteran too was there with shoulders broad - As is the marsh in Amherst’s neighborhood; - Of stature high and of a kingly stride, - And in his face there shone a noble pride. - His eyes bespoke a soul to never yield - In fair fought fight at home or battle field. - A civic man before the war began - And since its end again a civic man. - Beloved by all his comrades, young and old, - For wise decisions and for action bold; - His head was cool but kindly was his heart, - In every act of war he did his part-- - In digging in to use the lowly spade, - In battle field to wield the bloody blade, - In trench, in rest, to eat the soldiers’ fare, - A man of manly breed, his wounds to bear. - Three years he served where colored poppies grow - Between the wooden “crosses, row on row,” - Observing all, so well could tell a tale - of Bourlon Wood or bloody Pachendaele. - - -Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: - -An Elegy Writtne in Richmond=> An Elegy Written in Richmond - -Burnihing in colors=> Burnishing in colors - -now ’Im old=> now I’m old - -The Tuetons did elate=> The Teutons did elate - -Of lovliness divine=> Of loveliness divine - -perfect ecastasy=> perfect ecstasy - -A sweet momoriam for aye=> A sweet memoriam for aye - - - - - - - - - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by D. 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M. Matheson - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: Poems - -Author: D. M. Matheson - -Release Date: March 25, 2016 [EBook #51554] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="323" height="500" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<div class="bbox"> -<h1>POEMS</h1> - -<p><a name="page_001" id="page_001"></a> </p> - -<p class="c">BY<br /><br /> -D. M. MATHESON<br /><br /> -EX-PRINCIPAL<br /><br /> -ALEXANDER MCKAY SCHOOL<br /><br /><br /> -<img src="images/colophon.png" -width="50" -height="62" -alt="colophon not available" -/><br /> -<br /><br /> -HALIFAX, N. S.<br /> -<a name="page_002" id="page_002"></a> </p> -</div> - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> - -<tr><td><a href="#INDIAN_SUMMER">Indian Summer</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_003">3-4</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#MOTHER_LOVE">Mother Love</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_004">4</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#PETOOBOK">Petoobok</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_005">5-6</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#LANGEMARC">Langemarc</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_007">7</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#EDITH_CAVELL">Edith Cavell</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_008">8</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#TO_CARDINAL_MERCIER">To Cardinal Mercier</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_008">8</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_BARD_OF_AYR">The Bard Of Ayr</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_009">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_SOUL_OF_FLANDERS">The Soul Of Flanders</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_010">10</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_GARDENS">The Gardens</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_011">11</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#KEEP_THE_GARDENS_GROWING">Keep The Gardens Growing</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_012">12</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#AN_ELEGY_WRITTEN_IN_RICHMOND">An Elegy Written In Richmond</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_013">13-17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_COTTAGE_SCHOOL">The Cottage School.</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_018">18-21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#DECEMBER_SIXTH_1917">December Sixth, 1917.</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_022">22-23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#LIFE_IS_BUT_ONE_DARN_THING_AFTER_ANOTHER">Life Is But One Darn Thing After Another.</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_024">24</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#COURCELLETTE">Courcellette.</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_025">25-26</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#VIMY_RIDGE">Vimy Ridge.</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_027">27-28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#GOD_SAVE_OUR_EMPIRE_GREAT">God Save Our Empire Great.</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_029">29</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_VETERAN">The Veteran</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_030">30</a><a name="page_003" id="page_003"></a></td></tr> -</table> - -<h2><a name="INDIAN_SUMMER" id="INDIAN_SUMMER"></a>INDIAN SUMMER</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair are fleets of white winged prows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Swiftly sailing o’er the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair are herds of homing cows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Winding slowly o’er the lea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair are orchards, when replete<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With rich blossoms pink and white;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair are fields of ripening wheat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shining in the morning light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair is any mountain sheet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Burnishing in colors bright;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair are all Acadia’s lands;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All its streams and wooded lakes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Headlands high and pebbly strands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the early morning breaks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair its scented flowers and trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And its many landlocked bays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rippling in the summer breeze;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Themes for minstrel muses’ lays—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But far fairer than all these<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are Acadia’s autumn days.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Made from heavenly design<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By some unseen Artisan;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gift of Architect divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Acadia’s Weather man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fairest season of the year,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When boon Nature’s at her height<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Robed in all her beauty sere,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fair Luna sheds her light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a more bewitching cheer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the watches of the night.<a name="page_004" id="page_004"></a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And God’s lowly creatures all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who the freeman’s burden bore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Having heeded labor’s call<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now have plentitude in store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from every household hearth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nightly offered up the “word”.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a sacrifice of worth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To a kind and gracious Lord<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the riches of the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Filling thus the family board.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And a thrill of peaceful joy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Permeates the human breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the starry vaulted sky<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seemingly is at its best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For old Sol in all his pride<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scorpion doth then adorn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Midway in his yearly ride<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Twixt the Line and Capricorn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this lovely Autumntide<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was Waegwoltic’s wedding morn.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/decoration.png" width="70" height="16" alt="decoration of text" title="" /> -</p> - -<h2><a name="MOTHER_LOVE" id="MOTHER_LOVE"></a>MOTHER LOVE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother! All that’s blest and good,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Centres round that treasured word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother-love and motherhood!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweetest sounds man ever heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother! blest and sweetest name,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spoken by the human tongue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Age and youth do thee acclaim,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Angels have thy praises sung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the greatness of thy fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath through all the ages rung.<a name="page_005" id="page_005"></a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother-love! whose fountain flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Feedeth man the living breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And which burns with tenser glow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Even when he’s cold in death;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blest and wondrous gift divine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the master Artisan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fair Eden’s holy shrine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the fallen creature man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When fell Satan did design<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To destroy Creation’s plan.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/decoration.png" width="70" height="16" alt="decoration of text" title="" /> -</p> - -<h2><a name="PETOOBOK" id="PETOOBOK"></a>PETOOBOK</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of Petoobok and of its golden sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fairest gem of Nature’s fashioning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauty spot of beauteous Acadie,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its summer and its winter scenes I sing:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here in primeval days great Neptune wise<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Conspired with Fora, bounteous and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make a masterpiece, a paradise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where Nymphs and Naiad’s might forever woo;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now by night and day it ever lies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Reflecting in its waters, deep and blue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heavenly wonders of the vaulted skies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In splendour, wild and picturesque and grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath its sentinel hills like crystal set<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With rarest taste by God and Nature’s hand.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It mirrors in its depth the silhouette<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of mountains, which, like heroes of romance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Along its lovely shores forever stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To guard the waters of its vast expanse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And holds to-day the same bewitching charm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of loveliness divine, you to entrance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As on the morn the cry of Golden Arm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Burst from the lips of sons of sunny France.<a name="page_006" id="page_006"></a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lake Petoobok, on summer afternoon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Looks fair and lovely to the mortal gaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lovely too, what time the hunter’s moon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Illuminates it with her bewitching rays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it lies sleeping ’neath its guardian hills<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By Flora robed in beauty, rare and boon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With foliage of variegated frills<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On which the dancing beams like fairies glint<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from Dame Nature’s ample store distils<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those dyes of one and thousand autumn tints<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrought by some magic hand in fairy mills.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But Petoobok is fairest to behold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On Autumn morn, when orient Sunlight breaks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In radiant glory on its arm of gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gentle noosuk<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> into the ripples shakes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The placid surface of its crystal sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to the eye a vista doth unfold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wondrous scene of heavenly alchemy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like that told us by John in Holy Writ,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which fills the soul with perfect ecstasy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And which once seen, though time be preterit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In after life in dreams you’ll ever see.<br /><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> West wind.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_007" id="page_007"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="LANGEMARC" id="LANGEMARC"></a>LANGEMARC<br /><br /> -(1915)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sleep on ye brave Canadians,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Langemarc’s blood-stained mead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your glorious act will ever rank<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A truly golden deed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sleep on with France and Briton<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Belgian, side by side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sleep ye and they your last long sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last roll call to bide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And mother nature, gentlest nurse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will ever nightly lave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your lowly grave with kindly dews<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While weeping willows wave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kindly zephyrs every day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every night will sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sweet memoriam for aye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your tomb to sanctify.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Belgian maids and matrons, too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will often leave the loom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gather wilding flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To beautify your tomb;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And peasants when they pass your way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft to their sons will say:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“ ’Twas here the brave Canadians<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fierce Huns held at bay.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when the Angel Gabriel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall sound the trumpet blast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then you shall all awaken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From your seeming death at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, standing at attention,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While angel voices sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In unison you will salute,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The universal King.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_008" id="page_008"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="EDITH_CAVELL" id="EDITH_CAVELL"></a>EDITH CAVELL<br /><br /> -(1916)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear martyred maid, thy cruel death hath thrilled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With loathing deep the whole of human kind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the Hun who thy death sentence signed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy barb’rous death all manly hearts hath filled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With feelings such as never can be stilled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every home thy name is hence enshrined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy death scene pictured clear in every mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thy life’s blood, the murd’rous Hun hath spilled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Angelic maid, could we but lift the veil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which hides from mortal eyes God’s holy land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Joan of Arc and Florence Nightingale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy wounded temple with a filet bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With harp in hand, thy head with glory crowned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amidst the heavenly choir we’d see thee stand.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/decoration.png" width="70" height="16" alt="decoration of text" title="" /> -</p> - -<h2><a name="TO_CARDINAL_MERCIER" id="TO_CARDINAL_MERCIER"></a>TO CARDINAL MERCIER<br /><br /> -(1916)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Illustrious shepherd of the Prince of Peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With priestly zeal you watched thy Belgian fold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Any aye performed its duties manifold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That love and virtue did therein increase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And want and sorrow all the while surcease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Christian culture her rich page enrolled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heroic men and women chaste to mould;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cross, thy sceptre, and the crook, thy creese:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when the robber Hun assailed thy flock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then stood you forth, the patriot and priest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With clarion call to champion the right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And met the onset of the Prussian beast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the hosts of his embattled might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Firm and immovable, as Zion’s Rock.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_009" id="page_009"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_BARD_OF_AYR" id="THE_BARD_OF_AYR"></a>THE BARD OF AYR<br /><br /> -(1915)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh come sweet muse, with well tuned lyre,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On this our Robbie’s natal day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rustic poet’s mind inspire<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That he may sing a homely lay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of all the warblers ever born,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I dearly love the bard of Ayr,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose lovely songs both night and morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have freed my wearied mind from care.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If fault he had, ’twas Nature’s fault,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And man, beware that you have none,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before you do yourself exalt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To cast at Robbie Burns a stone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wish he was with us tonight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To pass a pleasant hour or two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fill all hearts with rare delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As he was ever wont to do.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Methinks e’en now I see him sit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The centre of an eager throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hear his ceaseless flow of wit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or words of some soul stirring song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His lovely songs will e’er be sung,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And greener grow his memory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Mong people whether old or young,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till father Time has ceased to be.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_010" id="page_010"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_SOUL_OF_FLANDERS" id="THE_SOUL_OF_FLANDERS"></a>THE SOUL OF FLANDERS<br /><br /> -(1916)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The chimes that oft from old Malines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rang out their sacred strain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At morning, noon and eventide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall never ring again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That voice that called the living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or sadly mourned the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is still and silent now for aye:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul of Flanders’ fled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The peasant at his daily toil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall listen now in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From early morn till evening,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hear those chimes again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never shall such silver sounds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By harmony inbred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fall on his ever listening ears;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul of Flanders’ fled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Those lovely chimes, which e’er were wont<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sound with morn’s first beams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ’wake the tourist from his sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will haunt his waking dreams;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never more those dulcet sounds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will rouse him from his bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fill his soul with ecstasy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul of Flanders’ fled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis strangely sad such chimes as those,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which seemed a heavenly dow’r,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should fall a prey to tyranny,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And war’s barbaric pow’r,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A city new will rise again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up from its ashen bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But those old chimes shall ring no more:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul of Flanders’ fled.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_011" id="page_011"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_GARDENS" id="THE_GARDENS"></a>THE GARDENS<br /><br /> -(1914)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><div class="linespc"> -<span class="i0">Lovely Gardens, Eden’s bower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lovely in sunshine and shower.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Winding walks and shaded seats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Babbling streams and cool retreats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flowing fountains throwing spray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the fishes at their play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Geese and ducklings in the pond,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the white swan chaperoned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grassy plots well trimmed and neat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Decked with flowers, gay and sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trees and shrubs so sweetly blending<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All its beauties never ending;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit place for the aged to talk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for babes to learn to walk;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wandering swains and straying madams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Modern Eves and modern Adams;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Place where friend a friend may meet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lovers here each other greet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a groom and summer bride<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On their honeymoon abide.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_012" id="page_012"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="KEEP_THE_GARDENS_GROWING" id="KEEP_THE_GARDENS_GROWING"></a>KEEP THE GARDENS GROWING<br /><br /> -(1918)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We were summoned from the play-ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were called in from the wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our country found us ready<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the stirring call for food.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do not add unto our burden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you hap to pass along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, although our backs are breaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You can hear us sing this song:—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">CHORUS<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Keep the gardens growing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Digging, planting, hoeing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you plant and weed aright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crop will grow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do not stand repining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the sun is shining,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn the good soil inside out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fertilize and sow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother Britain sent a message,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To her daughter in the West,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We need every kind of food-stuffs,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So we’re bound to do our best;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the soldiers in the trenches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the homeland we must feed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no worthy son will fail her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When his mother is in need.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_013" id="page_013"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="AN_ELEGY_WRITTEN_IN_RICHMOND" id="AN_ELEGY_WRITTEN_IN_RICHMOND"></a>AN ELEGY WRITTEN IN RICHMOND</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Low in the eastern sky the breaking light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pales in the vault of heaven the morning star,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presaging me the dying hour of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that the twilight gray is not afar;<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For night is slowly changing into morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the gloom the forms of ships appear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Across the Arm below, the bugle horn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reveille’s call brings to my listening ear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No other sound is on the morning air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To echo back from hills and dales around;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No home has man; no beast has here lair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And desolation seems to own the ground;<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Save me who sit beneath an aged elm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which some one’s home at Richmond once did grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere fell misfortune did it overwhelm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left this tree alone to mark the place.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet here I am beneath this hoary tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ruminate upon the recent past—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If such events again should hap to be—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ruins round their gloomy bodings cast.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But still I sit amidst these scenes of death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which call to mind that dire December day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Fate unkindly blew his blighting breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reducing homes to dust, and men to clay.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_014" id="page_014"></a></p> - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And question thus: “Was there no law amiss?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had no officials power to prevent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A devastation, dark and drear, as this?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was Richmond’s loss naught but an accident?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in my breast a rising hate I feel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For man-made Laws which oft protect the High<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave the Low their grievous wounds to heal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bear their load of sorrow till they die.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A sense of sadness passes through my soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An earthly grief akin to human-kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ere this sorrow sad doth reach its goal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Celestial musings fill my troubled mind.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The hatred lately felt within my breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And which I vainly thought naught could allay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until my spirit passed to its last rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I surely find is speeding fast away.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some Spirit sweet seems near to me abide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who doth from me remove all earthly dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in most soothing ways my senses chide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I hold counsel with the living dead.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I look around to see whose is the voice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose cadence falls so sweetly on my ear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As thus to make my hating heart rejoice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But vain my quest, no living soul is near.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_015" id="page_015"></a></p> - -<h3>XIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A spirit voice I know, it needs must be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sounds upon the air with silv’ry tone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet, withal, no fears arise in me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though midst the ruins here I am alone.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The voice now cautions me to listen well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in harmonious tones with lightning speed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This story he narrates for me to tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus I write it down that all may read.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That fatal morn, when Richmond felt secure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With many more I ran to yonder hill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To watch the burning ship, all feeling sure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That nothing round could do us harm or ill.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And why should aught around fill us with fears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did we not know: The flag that braves the breeze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On land and sea for full one thousand years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flew o’er our city still and o’er our seas?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The scene was bright and beautiful and grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With florid streamers shooting far on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And none who viewed the scene from sea or land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were cognizant they were so soon to die.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Whose was the fault is not for me to tell.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Judge of All shall surely justice mete<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To those who prematurely rang our knell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they are come to His just judgement seat.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_016" id="page_016"></a></p> - -<h3>XIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“You wonder why I wander ’neath the vault<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of heaven here and fain would ask—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis but to beg forgiveness of a fault<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And do again another ill-done task.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Though young in life, in wisdom now I’m old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I’ve passed through the chast’ning purge of fire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My harp, though silver now, will soon be gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When time has passed and I have mounted higher.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Along the path with slow increasing pace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the realms of peace where all is light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till I have reached my time allotted seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, to enjoy the beatific sight.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Of God for aye and His hosannas sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amidst the saints of His twice chosen few,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the treble throne of God, our King,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vision of whose glory’s ever new.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The path is long, yet shorter may be made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By alms and prayers and other deeds of worth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The happy day may, too, long be delayed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By thoughtless unforgiving hearts on earth.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then do good deeds while in the flesh, my friend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trespassers forgive, lest you forget<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such charity, till you have reached the end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of life with some one unforgiven yet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_017" id="page_017"></a></p> - -<h3>XXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Take heed that you will e’er remember this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest you, as others did so oft before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May cross that cold and ever dark abyss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which separates earth from the spirit shore.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Which lieth far beyond the farthest sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trembling stand before high Heaven’s court<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With unforgiven thought and task undone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No camouflage to which you can resort.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Be ye a man of lore, unlearned or youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will there, as here on earth, avail you aught;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor will forensic speech conceal the truth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In your account of deed and word and thought.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In stilly night I’ve often wandered here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far from those realms beyond the starry sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er that long way, so lonely, dark and drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now the hour of bliss for me draws nigh.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For soon the pearly gates, which now bar me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through which the sainted souls have ever trod<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will open wide and I shall ever see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pristine glory of the throne of God.”<a name="page_018" id="page_018"></a><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_COTTAGE_SCHOOL" id="THE_COTTAGE_SCHOOL"></a>THE COTTAGE SCHOOL.</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Summer time was in the waning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Vesper Sun was wending low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reminiscences brought me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Back to school days long ago<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There the school-house stood before me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I was on hallowed ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where each old association<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Inspiration breathed around.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full in view the school was standing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Near the road and yet aloof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Four square walls in ochre painted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Topped off with a cottage roof.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the distance old Atlantic<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Glistened as in days of yore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While upon his glimmering bosom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">White caps rolled towards the shore.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the diamond boys were playing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Base-ball, with eclat and shout;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw the batter three times fanning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heard the umpire’s “Batter’s out.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw some other hit a grounder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Speed away like a winged bird;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard the rooters merry shouting,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As he landed safe on third.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_019" id="page_019"></a></p> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heard the maidens merry laughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As they played upon the green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the rythm of their footfalls,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Skipping o’er the hard terrene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw the little boys and maidens<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drinking at the nearby well:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And upon the air vibrating<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heard again the master’s bell.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Plainly heard the foot-step sounding<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the floor with measured beats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the boys and girls were filing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the aisles towards their seats.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw the whole class sitting upright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In position, one and all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard distinctly “Here” and “Absent,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Answered to the master’s call.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I could see the master’s visage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With its look of learned lore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Sol’s summer shadows lengthened<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Slowly o’er the school house floor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er his head there hung a motto<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the words, “God Bless Our School”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Standing in the left-hand corner<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was the oft-used Dunces’ stool.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heard him from the Holy Bible<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Read from some New Testament,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to each and every passage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Young and old, attention lent.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard once more the school repeating<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Earnestly the Saviour’s prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While around a holy stillness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Floated on the ev’ning air.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_020" id="page_020"></a></p> - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Saw the school take first position<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the sound of warning gong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard the master’s voice intoning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some old school or college song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw all in position standing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With demeanour calm and still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw them going through the movements<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the military drill.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the walls the maps were hanging,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Colored in blue, red and gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ornamented with the pictures<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the noted men of old.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moral maxims, plainly written<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the board in plain relief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Order Is First Law of Heaven,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With some others terse and brief.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Summaries of all the home-work<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By to-morrow to be learned;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw, too, some make interchanges<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the master’s back was turned.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On their slates the younger pupils<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strove to make their cranes and hooks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the older ones were busy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Writing in their copy books.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heard them spell and give the meaning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And pronounce in unison;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard them too, in concert reading,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Reading also, one by one.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw them, on the Black-board, parsing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With and without formal line;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Use of “a” and “n” explaining<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“These” and “those” and “thy” and “thine.”<a name="page_021" id="page_021"></a><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heard them drill at combinations,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Learn to multiply and add,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now subtracting, now dividing,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Doing as the master bade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw them on the map locating<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Chiefest places of the earth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard them give events in History,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Fore and since our Saviour’s birth.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heard them, too, at Nature lessons,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Saw the card within their hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the Flora and the Fauna<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of our own and other lands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard the master talk on Civics,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And our duties to the State,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on Etiquette and Hygiene,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heard him, too, at length dilate.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not an incident was missing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of those school days long since fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though so many of its members<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now were numbered with the dead.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And too swiftly passed the vision<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Retrospective of the past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And upon my soul its setting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fleeting specks of sadness cast.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_022" id="page_022"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="DECEMBER_SIXTH_1917" id="DECEMBER_SIXTH_1917"></a>DECEMBER SIXTH, 1917.</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was a clear and cool December dawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bright the Sun in all his glory rose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shed his radiant rays in plenty on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lovely arm which by our city flows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the hills and dales and distant trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Nature robed in early winter mien:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All Labour was awake; the docks and quays<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were all astir and formed a busy scene;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flag flung to the breeze o’er Citadel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave heart to all: last night the sentry cried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As o’er his beat he trod, that all was well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And old and young thought but of Christmas-tide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Lord God of Hosts,” what is that awful roar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon all ears rolls from the Richmond shore;<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll ever hear that death-portending sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see the dead as side by side they lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see the desolation wrought around<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hear the dying’s dissolution cry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see the houses bursting into flame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those within consumed in tongues of fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that long line of young, and old, and lame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Move slowly on when ordered to retire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From their wrecked homes to seek some safe retreat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With falt’ring step and slow and wearied gait;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see the motor cars whirl down the street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full laden with their bloody, human freight:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For not, till in my breast the spirit dies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will these sad scenes evanish from my eyes.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_023" id="page_023"></a></p> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And ever see the op’ning hour of school,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hear the bell sound on the morning air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see each little one with reticule<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And well-trained poise and step assembling there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each pale-faced teacher in her place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the children there on bended knees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With innocence imprinted on each face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hear their prayer borne on the morning breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hear the glass and falling timbers crash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see the children through the windows leap<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With blood fast flowing from each gaping gash<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon their heads and faces, long and deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fain am I to fall into despair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That scenes so sad should follow children’s prayer.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And ever see the blinded lying low<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Bellevue, Camp Hill, and College Hall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ever see the corpses, row on row,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their mangled faces covered with a pall:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And curses such as tongue could never speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise in my heart and flutter through my mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the man who did such ruin wreak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave such grief and misery behind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then a change comes o’er my angry thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I can see outlined upon the Cross<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Man of Sorrows, and I think of what<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He did that Death be not our loss;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bowing down I cry on bended knee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord, my God, I yet have faith in Thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_024" id="page_024"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="LIFE_IS_BUT_ONE_DARN_THING_AFTER_ANOTHER" id="LIFE_IS_BUT_ONE_DARN_THING_AFTER_ANOTHER"></a>LIFE IS BUT ONE DARN THING AFTER ANOTHER.</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whether in childhood or when you grow older,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether in summer or when it grows colder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether in sunshine or lightning and thunder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be it on land or sea over or under,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether winter frosts freeze you or summer heat smother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This you will find until life’s cord will sunder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life is but one darn thing after another.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whether you cry from grief or smile with laughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think of the present or past or hereafter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether you’re rooming or whether house-keeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sewing or darning or dusting or sweeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dreaming of yours or some other girl’s brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This you will find whether waking or sleeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life is but one darn thing after another.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If you have peace of mind or if you worry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If things move slowly or if in a hurry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you make hasty steps or if you tarry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you stay single or if you marry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether you barren be, whether a mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This you will find whate’er hap or miscarry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life is but one darn thing after another.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_025" id="page_025"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="COURCELLETTE" id="COURCELLETTE"></a>COURCELLETTE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Early on an autumn morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Facing famous Courcellette,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay the Twenty-fifth battalion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the trenches damp and wet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far away from home and kindred,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Near the far-famed river Somme,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here and there a man lay dying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stricken by a shell or bomb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Men of every trade and calling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of each company formed a part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Downy youth and bearded manhood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the farm and from the mart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Miners, farmers, sailors, tradesmen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From each hamlet, town and glen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Born of Nova Scotian mothers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the breed of manly men.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All alert and ever watching,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the guard both day and night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each one ever his part doing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the struggle for the right;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinking always of the homeland<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far away in Acadie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a mother, wife, or sister<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whom they never more might see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the high hills overlooking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the country down below,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In their deep concreted dugouts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lay the ever watchful foe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With artillery commanding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the hills for miles around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through which, like a thread of silver,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">River Somme its free way wound.<a name="page_026" id="page_026"></a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There were Saxons and Bavarians<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the Hun’s embattled host,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fierce and bloody Uhlans<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whom the Kaiser loves to toast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where they stood in close formation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a solid human block<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fronted by the famous fighters<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Called the troops of battle shock.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When upon the morn in question,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Just about the break of day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Word the Twenty-fifth was given<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To make ready for the fray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they sprang up from their trenches<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like the wild lynx with a bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they rushed without a falter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Right across the barrage ground;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And they fell upon the Germans<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like an avalanche of hail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Teutons bent before them<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like the grain before the gale.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with irresisting fury<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They assailed the faltering Hun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And before the day was over<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Famous Courcellette was won.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then let mothers tell their babies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whom they nurse upon their breasts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the teachers tell the children<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In our schools from east to west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How at Courcellette’s fierce battle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An undying name was made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the Twenty-fifth battalion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the fighting fifth brigade.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_027" id="page_027"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="VIMY_RIDGE" id="VIMY_RIDGE"></a>VIMY RIDGE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">For days the cannon roaring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With loud incessant peal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The terrane and the trenches<br /></span> -<span class="i23">Had torn with lead and steel;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which told the boys in khaki<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of fighting near at hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And eagerly all waited<br /></span> -<span class="i23">The long wished for command.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Within the first line trenches,<br /></span> -<span class="i23">The highland laddies lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their thoughts were of their mothers<br /></span> -<span class="i23">Or sweethearts far away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each one of them was thinking<br /></span> -<span class="i23">Of home and native sod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And like a Christian soldier<br /></span> -<span class="i23">Had made his peace with God.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The morn broke dark and stormy<br /></span> -<span class="i23">With hail and snow and sleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which made for many soldiers<br /></span> -<span class="i23">Ere night, their winding sheet;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The shrapnel bits were flying,<br /></span> -<span class="i23">Like swarms of summer midge,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When Borden’s highland laddies<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Charged up the Vimy Ridge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">On the top of this famed mountain,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Nearby the city Lens,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The enemy in dugouts<br /></span> -<span class="i23">Lay like lions in their dens;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mountain strong by nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i23">The Germans stronger made<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With cannon and with mortar,<br /></span> -<span class="i23">On concrete bases laid.<a name="page_028" id="page_028"></a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And thousands of machine guns,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In their allotted place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thousands of their snipers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With rifle and with brace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lines of barbed wire fencing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of every strength and size,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And aught else which their science<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or cunning could devise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their seeming sense of safety,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Teutons did elate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all were glibly chanting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Kaiser’s hymn of hate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, lo! the pibroch’s skirling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their first line did astound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Donald, Rod and Angus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Came on them with a bound.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And ere they had recovered<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From their astonishment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foremost of their gleemen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To sing elsewhere were sent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And midst the cry of Kam’rade<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In broken English spoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both Prussian and Bavarian<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Went down from bayonet stroke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And furious was the struggle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Twixt Highlander and Hun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For hand to hand the fighting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On Vimy Ridge was done.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shock troops of the Kaiser,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all his proud array,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fled fast before the Bluenose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On that eventful day.<a name="page_029" id="page_029"></a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when the war is over,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And peace again is come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll give our gallant laddies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A highland welcome home;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With flags and banners waving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With singing and with cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll celebrate the glory<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Vimy day each year.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="figcenter"><img src="images/decoration.png" width="70" height="16" alt="decoration of text" title="" /> -</p> - -<h2><a name="GOD_SAVE_OUR_EMPIRE_GREAT" id="GOD_SAVE_OUR_EMPIRE_GREAT"></a>GOD SAVE OUR EMPIRE GREAT.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God save our empire great,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to her board of state,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wise Counsel bring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May we in union free,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mother and daughters be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever one family:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">God save the king.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grant that there will arise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath Canadian skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Freedom’s offspring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May we be always free,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From hate and bigotry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Co-heirs of liberty:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">God save the king.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_030" id="page_030"></a></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_VETERAN" id="THE_VETERAN"></a>THE VETERAN</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A veteran too was there with shoulders broad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As is the marsh in Amherst’s neighborhood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of stature high and of a kingly stride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in his face there shone a noble pride.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His eyes bespoke a soul to never yield<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fair fought fight at home or battle field.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A civic man before the war began<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And since its end again a civic man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beloved by all his comrades, young and old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For wise decisions and for action bold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His head was cool but kindly was his heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every act of war he did his part—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In digging in to use the lowly spade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In battle field to wield the bloody blade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In trench, in rest, to eat the soldiers’ fare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man of manly breed, his wounds to bear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three years he served where colored poppies grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between the wooden “crosses, row on row,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Observing all, so well could tell a tale<br /></span> -<span class="i3">of Bourlon Wood or bloody Pachendaele.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="transcrib" id="transcrib"></a></p> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="" -style="padding:2%;border:3px dotted gray;"> -<tr><th align="center">Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber:</th></tr> -<tr><td align="center">An Elegy Writtne in Richmond=> An Elegy Written in Richmond</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">Burnihing in colors=> Burnishing in colors</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">now ’Im old=> now I’m old</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">The Tuetons did elate=> The Teutons did elate</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">Of lovliness divine=> Of loveliness divine</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">perfect ecastasy=> perfect ecstasy</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">A sweet momoriam for aye=> A sweet memoriam for aye</td></tr> -</table> - -<p class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/back.jpg" width="331" height="500" alt="" title="" /> -</p> - -<hr class="full" /> 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