Heart Songs

I’m going to tell Minerva when we meet That it was just a little joke of mine, And nevermore--my cure is quite complete-- Will I believe a woman’s essay fine.

Quebec, the grey old city on the hill, Lies with a golden glory on her head, Dreaming throughout this hour so fair--so still-- Of other days and all her mighty dead. The white d...

A coward heart I carry in my breast, Think you the soldiers stern will let us put These spices that we carry, in his grave, Or will they drive us hence? See how I start If but t...

The eyes of Mary Magdalene, With heavy grief are filled; The tender eyes that oft have seen The strife of passion stilled. And nevermore that tender voice Will whisper “God forg...

If some day in your heart is born the thought That one held dear is careless of the gift Of tenderness, so fully, freely given, I pray you, friend, to strangle it at birth.

“We have been something more than friends, Jacynth, You know that well, yet now you say ‘my friend, I give you welcome home,’ in such cold way I scarce believe it is Jacynth who...

My little maid, my little maid, You grow too old, I am afraid, The questions trembling on your tongue Tell me you are no longer young, How many hours are in the year? How high u...

O Wind you come singing, singing, Gaily about the eaves, I think you are bringing, bringing, The secret of the leaves; Secrets you learned in the Maytime, Down in the wood so co...

Entered according to Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one thousand eight hundred and ninety-seven, by GEORGE N. MORANG, in the Office of the Minister of Agriculture.

But never mind, I went to the fair, I wish, my dear, you had been there, For I know you would never forget Such pretty sights as were seen there.