Part 25

369 FRANCIS L. DOMINICK WATERS, b. in Fermoy, Ireland, April 4, 1857. Educated at St Colman's College. Compelled by ill health to abandon his medical studies, he came to Canada, 1879. He has devoted himself chiefly to literature. Author of _The Water Lily: an Oriental Fairy Tale_, 1888. Resides at Cornwall, Ontario.

370 ARTHUR WEIR, b. in Montreal, June 17, 1864. Educated at M'Gill University. He has had considerable journalistic experience. Author of _Fleur de Lys_, poems, 1877; _The Romance of Sir Richard, Sonnets, and Other Poems_, 1890; _The Snowflake, and Other Poems_, 1896. He was selected to read the inaugural poem at the unveiling of the national monument to Sir John A. Macdonald, at Ottawa, 1895; and he also wrote the inaugural poem for the unveiling of the monument to Maisonneuve, dedicated on the same day. Resides in Montreal.

376 AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD ("Bel Thistlewaite"), b. in Rockwood, Ontario, of English Quaker parentage, and educated at Friends' Schools in New York and Ontario. She has done much journalistic work. Author of _The Algonquin Maiden_, a romance of the early days of Upper Canada, written in collaboration with G. Mercer Adam; and _The House of Trees_, a volume of verse, 1896. Resides at Fenwick, Ontario.

379 Rev. WILLIAM HENRY WITHROW, D.D., author and journalist, b. in Toronto, August 6, 1839. Educated at Victoria and Toronto Universities. Elected a Fellow of the Eng. Lit. Sec. of the Royal Soc. of Can., 1884. He is editor of the _Methodist Magazine and Review_, and author of numerous volumes, the best known of which is _The Catacombs of Rome, and their Testimony Relative to Primitive Christianity_. Writer of occasional verse. Resides in Toronto.

380 Rev R. WALTER WRIGHT, b. near Toronto, Ontario, December 29, 1852. Educated at Streetsville High School, and was graduated in Theology in connection with Chautauqua University. Author of _The Dream of Columbus_, a poem, 1894. Present residence, Arthur, Ontario.

382 Mrs EVA ROSE YORK, b. in Western Ontario, December 22, 1858. Educated at Woodstock College, and at the New England Conservatory of Music. Writer of occasional verse. Resides in Toronto.

384 Mrs PAMELIA VINING YULE, wife of the late professor J. C. Yule, of Woodstock College, Ontario. Author of _Poems of the Heart and Home_, 1881, and of several prose works. She was born in Clarendon, State of New York, and her early life was spent in Ellicottville in that State. Died at Ingersoll, Ontario, 1896.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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A blood-red ring hung round the moon 198

Adieu to these!--Niagara, thy roar 351

A forethought of the fated reign of peace 78

After her bath yet early in the day 270

Ah, list the music of the whistling wings 17

Ah, what if the mind 2

A lark sprang up to greet the dawn 181

A little while before the fall was done 341

All day the sun drops gold, the grassy mead 244

All hail to the day when the Britons came over 147

Among the fine old kings that reign 215

An ashen grey touched faint my night-dark room 279

And no one saw, while it was dark 349

And this is Louisburg, whose moss-grown ruin 144

A perfect artist hath been here; the scene 40

A rocky channel from the harbor led 111

Around the world the fame is blown 230

Art thou not sweet, Oh world 210

As hills seem Alps, when veiled in misty shroud 288

A shell lies silent on a lonely shore 261

A star leant down and laid a silver hand 77

A stream of tender gladness 157

As the light beyond draws nearer 200

As the twilight's grey was swallowed 118

As time past onwards, day by day 217

At husking time the tassel fades 156

At the close of the day, when the year was a-dying 98

At the forging of the Sword 76

At the postern gate of Day 208

Awake, my country, the hour is great with change 296

Ay, lay them to rest on the prairie 64

A young-eyed seer, amid the leafy ways 192

Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm 158

Behind Jacques Cartier's hills the sun sinks low 11

Behold the foe of Grub Street's lettered fools 30

Behold, the maize fields set their pennons free 368

Beshrew the coined gold!--and so, take heed 141

Birds that were grey in the green are black in the yellow 128

Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree 73

Blue-black like the breast of the gusty sea 243

Borne on the wavelets of thy fluent notes 238

Butterfly, Flutter by 68

By cliffs grown grey, as men grow grey 346

Canada, Canada, land of the maple 289

City about whose brow the north wind blows 329

"Close up in front, and steady, lads!" brave Stewart cries, "They're here" 70

"Cold," cried the wind on the hill 310

Columbus came to thee and called thee new 356

Come and let me make thee glad 338

Come down from the heights, my bird 386

Come, happy morn, serene and fair 32

Come hither, Sleep, from Chio's isle 225

Come, walk with the world and go down to the destitute homes of the poor 354

Cradled within the arms of night 22

Dark tresses made rich with all treasures 255

Dead! dead! And now before 26

Deserted nest, that on the leafless tree 148

Did you see the snowy castle 379

Down from the blue the sun has driven 227

Down the long lanes of Arcadie 312

Do you remember, dear, a night in June 197

Draw nigh with reverence, Canada 211

Dreary, dreary, Fundy's mists are sweeping 59

Enough! the lie is ended. God only owns the land 27

Eyes of blue and hair of gold 2

Eyes that we look into--so 309

Facing the ocean, guardian of our land 117

Fair bird, whose silvery pinions sweep 212

Faith spread her wings to seek the realms of day 202

Fancy many forms assumes 121

For three whole days across the sky 170

From out the cold house of the north 8

God spake three times and saved Van Elsen's soul 335

God speaks, life beats within the brain 69

Gone, brother, lover, son! 63

Good Christmas bells, I pray you 91

Greatest twain among the nations 318

Hack and Hew were the sons of God 49

Had I two loaves of bread--ay--ay! 276

Hail, first of the Spring 277

Hail to the pride of the forest--hail! 244

Helot drink--nor spare the wine 74

Here at the change of ways, the steel steed halts 117

Here is the old church. Now I see it all 285

Her gold hair fallen about her face 313

He sits at last among his peers 249

He wandered down, an Orpheus wilder-souled 358

He who but yesterday would roam 300

He who would start and rise 304

Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo 370

How beautiful she was, the little maiden 240

How bold the Imagination and how strong 281

How fair thou art the poets long have known 138

How thick about the window of my life 377

Hushed is the voice of scorn 380

I am, and therefore these 278

I ask not for Thy love, O Lord; the days 315

I awoke from the dreams of the night 96

I came upon a drawer to-day 20

I come, ye lovely wildwood groves 232

"If Peepy had lived," the mother sighed 161

If, pilgrim, chance thy steps should lead 219

If you would see Venice as she is 359

I had a garden when I was a boy 110

I have been wandering where the daisies grow 9

I hear the bells at eventide 326

I hear the wondrous lyre 353

I know not what my heart has lost 261

I know that death is God's interpreter 346

I know thee not, O spirit fair 184

I'll sing you a song of the sea 120

I loiter here within the ancient town 33

I loved my Art, I loved it when the tide 264

In a city of churches and chapels 202

In a veil of white vapor, hushed stars moving through 31

In meadows deep with hay, I see 367

In my heart are many chambers through which I wander free 286

In shadowy calm the boat 351

In sooth he was a mighty king 189

In the glimmering light of the Old Regime 25

In the heart of a man 301

In the Rheingan standeth Aix 106

In the silence of the morning, through the softly rising mist 381

I read on de paper mos' ev'ry day, all about Jubilee 101

I rested on the breezy height 323

I sat within the temple of the heart 320

I see a schooner in the bay 327

I shall not pass this way again 382

Is there a God, then, above us? 43

I stood and saw the angel of the dawn 206

I swing to the sunset land 159

I swing to the land of morn 159

I talked about you, Dear, the other night 292

It comes! This strange bird from a distant clime 236

It comforts me through all my days 251

I thought as I watched in the dawning dim 265

I thought of death beside the lonely sea 329

It is enough that in this burdened time 264

It is growing dark 283

It was one of those grand cathedrals 177

I watch the printer's clever hand 218

I watch the ships by town and lea 114

I will not tell thee why the land 271

Joy came in youth as a humming-bird 10

Last night, and there came a guest 99

Let other tongues in older lands 116

Let us bury him here 339

Life gives us better than it takes away 250

Life has two sovereign moments 167

Lightly He blows, and at His breath they fall 304

Like gallant courtiers, the forest trees 379

Like Israel's seer I come from out the earth 280

Like marble, nude, against the purple sky 137

Like mists that round a mountain grey 192

Little Miss Blue Eyes opens the door 374

Long, long ago, it seems, this summer morn 172

Love built a crimson house 48

Lover of man, if not of God, the Sea 238

Love sayeth: Sing of me! 197

Love's sun, like that of day, may set, and set 321

May, blighted by keen frosts, passed on to June 364

Merry mad-cap on the tree 229

Methought the stream of Time had backward rolled 343

Mildly through the mists of night 348

Mother of Swords! while the river runs 268

My purest longings spring 114

My sandalled feet are firm and fleet 160

Mysterious life! we speak as if we knew 248

Naked and shaggy, they herded at eve by the sound of the seas 332

Nilus! Nilus! and before them rolled 107

No flame of war was he, no flower of grace 166

Not in eyed, expectant gloom 303

Not to be conquered by these headlong days 168

Now along the solemn heights 307

Now hath the summer reached her golden close 174

Now the Fraser gleamed 87

Now wherefore trembles still the string 83

O, bella fior del mondo! to-morrow 316

O blessed angel of the All-bounteous King 85

O brothers! thro' how many lands 196

O covering grasses! O unchanging trees 340

O do you hear the merry waters falling 193

O elder sister, though thou didst of yore 342

O'er the white waste of drifted sands unstable 260

Of all the tiny race of Skye 341

Oft I have met her 236

O gifted son of our dear land and time 288

Oh, Gentle-breath goes singing, goes singing through the grass 138

Oh the shambling sea is a sexton old 46

Oh, what could wake life that first sweet flame 286

O, Love builds on the azure sea 73

O Love, can the tree lure the summer bird 356

O master-builder, blustering as you go 377

On a stone by the wayside, half-naked and cold 213

Once more the robin flutes in glee 145

Once ye were happy, once by many a shore 169

One by one they pass away 243

"Only a penny, Sir!" 280

Only in dreams she appears to me 129

On the crimson cloth 3

Open, my heart, the ruddy valves 131

Ope your doors and take me in 376

O Richard, my King, lion-hearted, behold 36

O rivers rolling to the sea 297

O ship incoming from the sea 325

O sweet unto my heart is the song my mother sings 262

O tender love of long ago 330

O, the East is but the West, with the sun a little hotter 344

O Thou who hast beneath Thy hand 309

O Twenty, running through the wood 140

Our mother is the good green earth 372

Out of the dreams that heap 305

Over the field the bright air clings and tingles 326

O very, very far from our dull earth 72

Pale Melancholy, faithfully thou lov'st 352

Pallid saffron glows the broken stubble 322

Proud, languid lily of the sacred Nile 109

Quebec, the grey old city on the hill 36

Remote, upon the sunset shrine 194

Ripple, ripple, ripple 180

Rome, Florence, Venice,--noble, fair and quaint 186

"Saddle and mount and away"---- 23

Sang one of England in his island home 357

Sans peur et sans reproche!--our lion-heart 199

See how the Morn awakes. Along the sky 132

She died--as die the roses 204

She is so winsome and so wise 35

Shaper of breathing lives, and Lord of all above 350

Shepherd Jesus, in Thy arms 69

Shy bird of the silver arrows of song 1

Simon bent to his hissing saw 133

Since I rose out of child-oblivion 265

Sing a song of springtime 205

Sing me a song of the great Dominion 290

Sleep, sleep imperious heart! Sleep, fair and undefiled! 295

Slowly rose the dœdal Earth 321

Some glad thing comes to me 252

Son of Britannia's isle 361

"Son of Light," I murmured lowly 92

So sat I yesterday, with weary eyes 163

So tremulous the flame of thinking burns 224

Speed on, speed on, good Master 336

Sprung from a sword-sheath fit for Mars 126

Standing on tiptoe ever since my youth 43

Still, in the light of morning grey 142

Still, though the sun is setting 241

"Summer is dead!"--it was the wind that spake 142

Sweet child of an April shower 231

Swifter the flight! Far, far and high 67

Swift troopers twain ride side by side 373

Take not from me my lute 104

Take the mouldering dust 247

Talk not to me of Tempe's flowery vale 205

The air is still, the night is dark 247

The blooming flowers, the galaxies of space 277

The bloom of the roses, the youth of the fair 382

The brine is in our blood from days of yore 142

The broad round-shouldered giant Earth 81

The chime of bells across the waking sky 313

The dark has passed and the chill Autumn morn 8

The darkness brings no quiet here, the light 168

The days begin to wane and evening lifts 6

The dew is gleaming in the grass 169

The dusky warriors stood in groups 182

The dykes, half-bare, are lying in the bath 137

The earth is the cup of the sun 170

The furrows of life Time is plowing 353

The heart of Merrie England sang in thee 30

Their very gods, it seems, we have forgot 357

The immortal spirit hath no bars 335

The mountains gather round thee as of yore 285

Then sighed the wandering Angel sore 369

The ocean bursts in very wrath 69

The purple shadows, dreamingly 60

There are no colors in God's heaven bent bow 81

There came a day of showers 299

There is a beauty at the goal of life 177

There's a beautiful Artist abroad in the world 384

There's a little gray friar in yonder green bush 216

The red-til'd towers of the old Chateau 127

There is no God! if one should stand at noon 11

There is rain upon the window 328

There is the school-house; there the lake, the lawn 285

The restless clock is ticking out 375

The rivers that sweep to the sea 254

There lies a lone isle in the tropic seas 331

There's a whisper of life in the grey dead trees 360

There was a time on this fair continent 233

The rowan tree grows by the tower foot 208

These are the days that try us; these the hours 128

The sky had a grey, grey face 139

The song unsung more sweet shall ring 70

The sonnet is a diamond flashing round 41

The sweet Star of the Bethlehem night 186

The sun goes down, and over all 45

The sun has gone down in liquid gold 97

The tide flows in and out, and leaves 113

The twilight land toyed with the night 149

The wild birds strangely call 207

They have a saying in the East 167

They hide within the hollows, and they creep into the dell 365

They journey sadly, slowly on 33