Frank Oliver Call

Name: In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems
Author: Frank Oliver Call

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“In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems”, is a work by Frank Oliver Call. It explores elements such as Song of the Homeland, gleam and rapids.

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Frank Oliver Call, In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems

“ They pay no toll of their gold or blood;
For them 'tis a pageant and naught beside;
So they calmly dream by the reeking flood,
While the sun goes down in the crimson tide.
In a Forest
Silver birch and dusky pine,
Reaching up to find the light
From the forest's gloomy night,
From the thicket where entwine
Stunted shrub and creeping vine,
From the damp where witch-fire glows
And the poison fungus grows,
High you lift your heads, O trees,
To the kisses of the breeze,
To the far-off sapphire sky,
To the clouds that pass you by,
To the sun that shines on high. ”

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Frank Oliver Call, In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems

“ Blue clouds of incense dimmed the vaulted height;
And on the altar, like a beacon light,
The gold cross glittered in the candles' glare.
To-day no bells, no choirs, no incense cloud,
For thou, O Rheims, art prey of evil powers;
But with a voice a thousand times more loud
Than siege-guns echoing round thy shattered towers,
Do thy mute bells to all the world proclaim
Thy martyred glory and thy foeman's shame.
The Mystic
The mystic sits by the sacred stream
Watching the sun as it mounts the sky;
And life to him is a haunting dream
Or a dim, weird pageant passing by. ”

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Frank Oliver Call, In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems

“ Do you see the blue of the summer skies?
Do you hear the song of the drowsy stream,
As it winds by the shore where the birches gleam?
Then come, come away
From the shadowy bay,
And we'll drift with the stream where the rapids play;
For we are two pirates, fierce and bold,
And we'll capture the hoard of the morning's gold.
A roving craft is our red canoe,
O pirate chief with the eyes of blue ”

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Frank Oliver Call, In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems

“ In the golden gleam of the dying day.
Yet here on the silent mountain crest
There echoes a moan and a smothered roar
From the tide of life in its strange unrest,
As it beats below on a barren shore.
The Vision
A vision came unto a saint of old
Of a fair city by a crystal stream,
Its gates of pearl, its streets of shining gold,—
Barbaric splendours of a mystic's dream.
There upon floating wings the white-robed throng
No man can number chant in endless song ”

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Frank Oliver Call, In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems

“ He drifted where the rapids play,
His eyes still on that awful glow;
Ah, God! my life seemed snatched away!
I saw a gleam far up the sky
And heard the echo of a cry.
There's a spirit in the rapid, calling, calling through the night,
There's a gleam upon the water, burning pale and burning bright.
Woe to him who hears the calling! Woe to him who sees the light! ”

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Frank Oliver Call, In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems

“ It rose in mist to the skies again.
On Mount Royal
I climb its sides when the day grows old
And its mighty shadow falls deep and wide,
And over the gleam of the sunset's gold
The darkness creeps like a rising tide ”

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“ The men that go to the Homeland's call,
(Ah, God we have given our best!)
But not in vain are our heroes slain
If under the darkened skies,
All hand in hand from strand to strand
A sin-purged nation rise. ”

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Frank Oliver Call, In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems

“ I can see the gleaming river 'mid the willows winding blue,
I can hear the schoolboys shouting by the shore,
Then the bell begins its calling, echoing the valley through,
And the schoolboys turn toward the chapel door:
Laggard footsteps, scarcely creeping,
To the bell's low tolling keeping
Measured tread, as oft before my own have done;
Ah, the longing ceasing never
For a part in life's endeavour,
And to-day I count the gains that I have won! ”

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Frank Oliver Call, In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems

“ Introduction Most of the poems contained in this collection are of recent date, though their author—who is at present Professor of Modern Languages at Bishop's College, Quebec—has written verse from his childhood. He is the first Canadian writer to be included in this series, and is as affectionately loyal to the Motherland as to his native country, as may be gathered from his "Song of the Homeland." His verse has already earned a considerable reputation in Canada, in whose Press much of it has appeared. ”

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Frank Oliver Call, In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems

“ IN A BELGIAN GARDEN AND OTHER POEMS
BY F. O. CALL
LONDON
ERSKINE MACDONALD, LTD.
MCMXVII
TO E. H. G. THE BEST OF FRIENDS
THIS LITTLE BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED
Author's Note Many of the poems in this volume have appeared before in various publications and I wish to thank the editors of the "Canadian Magazine," the "University Magazine," the "Westminster," the "Canada West," and other periodicals for permission to reprint these verses. ”

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