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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. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateMar 16, 2020
ISBN4064066099428
A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics

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    A Canadian Calendar - Francis Sherman

    Francis Sherman

    A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics

    Published by Good Press, 2020

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    EAN 4064066099428

    Table of Contents

    I. IN THE NORTH.

    II. A ROAD SONG IN MAY.

    III. THE LANDSMAN.

    IV. THE GHOST.

    V. A SONG IN AUGUST.

    VI. TO AUTUMN.

    VII. THREE GREY DAYS.

    VIII. THE WATCH.

    IX. THE SEEKERS.

    X. FELLOWSHIP .

    XI. THE LODGER.

    XII. MARCH WIND.

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    I. IN THE NORTH.

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    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

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