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    A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics
    A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics
    A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics
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    A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics

    By Francis Sherman

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    Release dateNov 27, 2013
    A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics

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      A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics Come, let us go and be glad again togetherWhere of old our eyes were opened and we knew that we were free!Come, for it is April, and her hands have loosed the tetherThat has bound for long her children.—who her children more than we?Hark! hear you not how the strong waters thunderDown through the alders with the word they have to bring?Even now they win the meadow and the withered turf is under,And, above, the willows quiver with foreknowledge of the spring.Yea, they come, and joy in coming: for the giant hills have sent them.—The hills that guard the portal where the South has built her throne:Unloitering their course is,—can wayside pools content them,Who were born where old pine forests for the sea forever moan?And they, behind the hills, where forever bloom the flowers,So they ever know the worship of the re-arisen Earth?Do their hands ever clasp such a happiness as ours,Now the waters foam about us and the grasses have their birth?

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    A Canadian Calendar - Francis Sherman

    A CANADIAN CALENDAR: XII LYRICS

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    Title: A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics

    Author: Francis Sherman

    Release Date: June 02, 2013 [EBook #39796]

    Language: English

    Character set encoding: UTF-8

    *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A CANADIAN CALENDAR: XII LYRICS ***

    Produced by Al Haines.

    A CANADIAN

    CALENDAR:

    XII LYRICS

    Francis Sherman

    HABANA:MCM

    To

    F. H. D.

    XII. LYRICS: A LIST.

    IN THE NORTH.

    A ROAD SONG IN MAY.

    THE LANDSMAN.

    THE GHOST.

    A SONG IN AUGUST.

    TO AUTUMN.

    THREE GREY DAYS.

    THE WATCH.

    THE SEEKERS.

    FELLOWSHIP.

    THE LODGER.

    MARCH WIND.

    I. IN THE NORTH.

    Come, let us go and be glad again together

    Where of old our eyes were opened and we knew that we were free!

    Come, for it is April, and her hands have loosed the tether

    That has bound for long her children.—who her children more than we?

    Hark! hear you not how the strong waters thunder

    Down through the alders with the word they have to bring?

    Even now they win the meadow and the withered turf is under,

    And, above, the willows quiver with foreknowledge of the spring.

    Yea, they come, and joy in coming: for the giant hills have sent them.—

    The hills that guard the portal where the South has built her throne:

    Unloitering their course is,—can wayside pools content them,

    Who were born where old pine forests for the sea forever moan?

    And they, behind the hills, where forever bloom the flowers,

    So they ever know the worship of the re-arisen Earth?

    Do their hands ever clasp such a happiness as ours,

    Now the waters foam about us and the grasses have their birth?

    Fair is their land,—yea fair beyond all dreaming,—

    With its sun upon the roses and its long

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