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    Sonnets and Other Verse
    Sonnets and Other Verse
    Sonnets and Other Verse
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    Sonnets and Other Verse

    By W. M. (William Mackay) MacKeracher

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    Release dateNov 26, 2013
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      Sonnets and Other Verse - W. M. (William Mackay) MacKeracher

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Sonnets and Other Verse, by W. M. MacKeracher

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      Title: Sonnets and Other Verse

      Author: W. M. MacKeracher

      Release Date: September 9, 2011 [EBook #37365]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONNETS AND OTHER VERSE ***

      Produced by Al Haines

      SONNETS

      AND OTHER VERSE

      BY

      W. M. MacKERACHER

      Author of Canada, My Land

      TORONTO

      WILLIAM BRIGGS

      1909

      Copyright, Canada, 1909, by

      W. M. MacKERACHER.

      CONTENTS.

      The Old and The New

      How Many a Man!

      The Saddest Thought

      The House-Hunter

      On Moving Into a New House

      Literature

      A Library

      On Charles Lamb's Sonnet, Work.

      Work

      The Joy of Creation

      Adam

      A Shallow Stream

      A Faithful Preacher

      A Wish Rebuked

      The Sabbath

      Milton

      The Three Hundredth Anniversary of Milton's Birth

      Burns

      A Late Spring

      Autumn

      An Autumn Walk

      November

      November Sunshine

      Short Days

      The Beginning of Winter

      The Winter and the Wilderness

      The Immigrants

      Wolfe

      Montcalm

      The Coming of Champlain

      The Montagnais at Tadoussac

      Champlain's First Winter and Spring in Quebec

      Idleness

      Success

      The Exclusion of Asiatics

      The People's Response to Heroism

      An Aristocrat

      In Warehouse and Office

      H.M.S. Dreadnought

      The Revolution in Russia

      Tea's Apologia

      A Wish

      Alone with Nature

      The Works of Man and the Works of Nature

      A Day Redeemed

      Outremont

      The New Old Story

      Recreation

      Paestum

      Rondeau: An April Day

      Autumn

      My Two Boys

      My Old Classical Master

      The Gold-Miners of British Columbia

      War-ships in Port

      On Finding a Copy of Burns's Poems in the House of an Ontario Farmer

      The Ideal Preacher

      The Wheel of Misfortune

      Tim O'Gallagher

      SONNETS AND OTHER VERSE.

      THE OLD AND THE NEW.

      Scorn not the Old; 'twas sacred in its day,

          A truth overpowering error with its might,

      A light dispelling darkness with its ray,

          A victory won, an intermediate height,

      Which seers untrammel'd by their creeds of yore,

          Heroes and saints, triumphantly attained

      With hard assail and tribulation sore,

          That we might use the vantage-ground they gain'd.

      Scorn not the Old; but hail and seize the New

          With thrill'd intelligences, hearts that burn,

      And such truth-seeking spirits that it, too,

          May soon be superseded in its turn,

      And men may ever, as the ages roll,

      March onward toward the still receding goal.

      HOW MANY A MAN!

      How many a man of those I see around

          Has cherished fair ideals in his youth,

      And heard the spirit's call, and stood spellbound

          Before the shrine of Beauty or of Truth,

      And lived to see his fair ideals fade,

          And feel a numbness creep upon his soul,

      And sadly know himself no longer swayed

          By rigorous Truth or Beauty's sweet control!

      For some, alas! life's thread is almost spun;

          Few, few and poor, the fibres that remain;

      But yet, while life lasts, something may be done

          To make the heavenly vision not in vain;

      Yet, even yet, some triumph may be won,

          Yea, loss itself be turned to precious gain.

      THE SADDEST THOUGHT.

      Sad is the wane of beauty to the fair,

          Sad is the flux of fortune to the proud,

      Sad is the look dejected lovers wear,

          And sad is worth beneath detraction's cloud.

      Sad is our youth's inexorable end,

          Sad is the bankruptcy of fancy's wealth,

      Sad is the last departure of a friend,

          And sadder than most things is loss of health.

      And yet more sad than these to think upon

          Is this—the saddest thought beneath the sun—

      Life, flowing like a river, almost gone

          Into

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