James David Edgar

“ The throne of savage princes,
Who ruled their heathen bands.
Ere the Assyrian hosts were shattered,
Sleeping all the sleep of death,
Smitten in their battle harness,
Blasted by the angel's breath ”

“ In the early fields of clover,
Comes the little brown-clad singer,
Flitting in and out of bushes,
Hiding well behind the fences,
Piping forth his song of sadness,
"Poor—hu—manity—manity—manity." ”

“ THE GREAT DIVIDE.
AN ACROSTIC.
(See Note 3.)
Two little rain drops side by side
Here at the top of the Great Divide,
Ever while falling their love grows warm,
Grows as they drift in the arms of the storm. ”

“ Spread far in battle line,
A panic fell upon her,
Half mad with lust and wine.
She fled before his galleys
Far from the Italian shore;
The herd of loathsome traitors
Now threaten Rome no more. ”

“ Let other tongues in older lands James David Edgar Elizabeth Harriet Ridout
THIS CANADA OF OURS.
A NATIONAL SONG.
Let other tongues in older lands
Loud vaunt their claims to glory,
And chaunt in triumph of the past,
Content to live in story. ”

“ That the dreams of my heart were tender and true.
Silent and calm was the midsummer night,
Our dreams grew more dazzling, as faded the light.
What echoes are filling the solitudes vast,
What sounds are those floating on wings of the blast?
The Spirits of Midnight are chaunting the words,
The wind of the desert is striking the chords.
The meteors of heaven illumine the sky,
And the voice of the pine tree is lost in a sigh.
From nests in the branches, the fond turtledoves
Are warbling to heaven their infinite loves. ”

“ Every resident in the northern and eastern counties of the Dominion has heard the note of the song sparrow in all the woods and fields through the early days of spring. While his voice is familiar to the ear, very few can boast of having seen him, so carefully does he conceal himself from view. ”

“ From all that hectic glare;
And love sees, broken-hearted,
The fate that's pictured there.
The brush that paints so brightly
No mortal artist wields;
He touches all things lightly,
But sweeps the broadest fields. ”

“ There, on couch of moss reclining,
Long they watched the Souls and Shadows,
Thronging past in countless numbers,
Turning gentle eyes upon them,
Wearing each a smile of gladness,
Giving looks of love and welcome. ”

“ AROUSE YE, BRAVE CANADIANS!
Lines suggested by General Brock's stirring appeal to the people of Upper Canada at the opening of the War of 1812.
Canadian arms are stout and strong,
Canadian hearts are true ”

“ From the French of Louis H. Fréchette, in "Pêle-Mêle."
The forest has spells to enchant me,
The mountain has power to enthral:
Yet the grace of a wayside blossom
Can stir my heart deeper than all. ”

“ But one answer she had offered
To all words of hope and promise—
"Happiness comes not without him,
"Joy is only in his presence,
"I will wait till he comes for me—
"Send and tell him I am waiting." ”

“ Lay the forms of those who perished
On their passage towards the Island.
All around them in the waters,
Old and young were struggling, sinking,
Men and maidens without number,
Of all nations, tribes and kindreds. ”

“ In the sleep that is eternal.
While Abeka mused and pondered
On the mystery of his new life,
Came a voice of softest cadence,
Floating on the gentle breezes,
Floating like a cloud in summer. ”

“ Others maintain that he is searching for traces of a dark crime, and unceasingly demands to know "Who killed Kennedy, Kennedy, Kennedy?" The thrifty farmer detects the words of warning—"Come now, sow-the-wheat, sow-the-wheat, sow-the-wheat." ”

“ Snowshoes, made with thongs of deerskin,
Tightly stretched on frames of hardwood,
Bore him lightly over snowdrifts,
Marking all his path behind him;
Till the sunshine, growing stronger,
Melted every trace of winter. ”

“ See! where it rears its haughty head—
True Scot that ne'er will yield—
The Thistle! with its ruby crown,
Stands monarch of the field.
It spreads those warlike arms about,
To guard the land from spoil ”

“ Unless hidden hands of Spirits
Smoothed its pathway through the waters.
Guardian Spirits these, who follow
Each of us from days of childhood,
Ready always with assistance,
Anxious always to befriend us. ”

“ All was perfect stillness round him.
Many times he saw a White Dove
Flitting through the deepest shadows,
Noiseless as the sailing cloudlet,
Shining out against the darkness,
Whiter than the snows of winter. ”

“ The Lia Fail, or Stone of Destiny, is the subject of many fabulous traditions. Ancient chronicles recount that, after having been Jacob's pillow at Bethel, it was a valued relic in the time of Gathelus, a Spanish king, and contemporary of Romulus. This monarch sent it with his son when the latter invaded Ireland. It was for centuries the coronation throne of Irish princes, until it was removed first to lona, where Fergus, son of Ere, was crowned upon it, A.D. 503, and thence to Scone, in 842, by Kenneth II., when the Scots had overcome the Picts. ”

“ Des pays étrangers. Un jour, triste et pensif, (bis.) Assis au bord des flots, Au courant fugitif, (bis.) Il adressa ces mots; "Si tu vois mon pays, (bis.) Mon pays malheureux. "Va, dis à mes amis, (bis.) ”