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That none but stars
Coal miners ^ox^a scon a
N reawakened courses
The brooks rejoiced the land ;
We dreamed the Spring's sliy forces
Were gathering close at hand.
The dripping buds were stirred,
As if the sap had heard
The long desired persuasion
Of April's soft command.
Chas. G. D. Roberts
the west o'erbrims
with warmest dyes,
Its chalice overtlows
coloring the skies,
A flood with gold and rose,
And some hot soul
close to mine.
As sinks the sun
that world of wine.
I seem to hear
a bar of music float.
And swoon into the west.
My ear can scarcely catch the whispered note,
But something in my breast
Blends with that strain, till both accord in one,
As cloud and color blend at set of sun.
E Pauline Johnson
Quebec! how regally it crowns the height
Like a tanned giant on a solid throne.
ING me a song" of the toiling bees,
Of the long flight and the honey won,
Of the white liives under the apple trees
in the hazy sun.
Sing me a song of the thyme and the sage,
Of sweet marjoram in the garden grey,
Where goes my love Armitage
Pulling the summer savory.
Duncan Campbell Scott
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Bright were the scenes that fancy drew,
And blithe the hours that gaily tlew,
In life's gay morn, when all was new.
' 1^ IS time for vagabonds to make
The nearest inn. Far on I hear
The voices of the Northern hills
Gather the vagrants of the year.
I HEN a lig'ht cloud rose up for hardihood,
Trailing a veil of snow that whirled and broke,
Blown softly like a shroud of steam or smoke,
Sallied across a knoll where maples stood.
Charged over broken country for a rood.
Then seeing the night withdrew his force and fled,
Leaving the ground with snowflakes thinly spread,
And traces of the skirmish in the wood.
Duncan Campbell Scott
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From the far-off mighty rivers,
Drifting, shifting, glad-life givers,
Throbbing, pulsing, to the lakes ;
From the far-off, blue-peaked mountains,
From the forest-girdled fountains,
Where the sunlight leaps and shakes ;
From the spaces wild and dreary,
From the cornlands far and near.
Comes the Atitumn's miserere,
Comes the death -song of the vear.
W. W. Campbell
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