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    Thoughts, Moods and Ideals: Crimes of Leisure
    Thoughts, Moods and Ideals: Crimes of Leisure
    Thoughts, Moods and Ideals: Crimes of Leisure
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    Thoughts, Moods and Ideals: Crimes of Leisure

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    Release dateDec 16, 2019
    ISBN4064066195977
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      Thoughts, Moods and Ideals - W. D. Lighthall

      W. D. Lighthall

      Thoughts, Moods and Ideals: Crimes of Leisure

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066195977

      Table of Contents

      THOUGHTS, MOODS AND IDEALS.

      NATIONAL HYMN.

      CANADA NOT LAST.

      O DONNA DI VIRTU!

      LINES ON HEINE.

      IMITATED FROM THE JAPANESE.

      THE KNIGHT ERRANT.

      CUJUS ANIMÆ PROPICIETUR DEUS.

      STANCHEZZA.

      PRÆTERITA EX INSTANTIBUS.

      SUNRISE.

      REALITY.

      SEARCHINGS.

      HOMER.

      OUR UNDERLYING EXISTENCE.

      TO .

      TO A DEBUTANTE.

      A PROBLEM.

      TO A FELLOW-STUDENT OF KANT.

      TO THE SOUL.

      THE PALMER.

      THE ARTIST'S PRAYER.

      THE WIND-CHANT.

      TO CYBEL DEAR.

      THE STILL TRYST.

      THE CHICKIEBIDS.

      THE CAUGHNAWAGA BEADWORK SELLER.

      MONTREAL.

      ALL HAIL TO A NIGHT.

      THE PIONEERS.

      CANADIAN FAITH.

      THE KEERLESS PARD.

      THE BATTLE OF LAPRAIRIE. (1691.)

      WINTER'S DAWN IN LOWER CANADA.

      ADVOCATE.

      Montreal: WITNESS PRINTING HOUSE, ST. JAMES STREET 1887

      Dedicated

      to

      My Friends.

      THOUGHTS, MOODS AND IDEALS.

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      THE CONFUSED DAWN.

      YOUNG MAN

      What are the Vision and the Cry

      That haunt the new Canadian soul?

      Dim grandeur spreads we know not why

      O'er mountain, forest, tree and knoll,

      And murmurs indistinctly fly.—

      Some magic moment sure is nigh.

      O Seer, the curtain roll!

      SEER

      The Vision, mortal, it is this—

      Dead mountain, forest, knoll and tree

      Awaken all endued with bliss,

      A native land—O think!—to be—

      Thy native land—and ne'er amiss,

      Its smile shall like a lover's kiss

      From henceforth seem to thee.

      The Cry thou couldst not understand,

      Which runs through that new realm of light,

      From Breton's to Vancouver's strand

      O'er many a lovely landscape bright,

      It is their waking utterance grand,

      The great refrain A NATIVE LAND!—

      Thine be the ear, the sight.

      (1882.)

      NATIONAL HYMN.

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      To Thee whose smile is might and fame,

      A nation lifts united praise

      And asks but that Thy purpose frame

      A useful glory for its days.

      We pray no sunset lull of rest,

      No pomp and bannered pride of war;

      We hold stern labor manliest,

      The just side real conqueror.

      For strength we thank Thee: keep us strong,

      And grant us pride of skilful toil;

      For homes we thank Thee: may we long

      Have each some Eden rood of soil.

      O, keep our mothers kind and dear,

      And make the fathers stern and wise;

      The maiden soul preserve sincere,

      And rise before the young man's eyes.

      Crush out the jest of idle minds,

      That know not, jesting, when to hush;

      Keep on our lips the word that binds,

      And teach our children when to blush.

      Forever constant to the

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