Canadian Wild Flowers by Helen M. (Helen Mar) Johnson
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page 86 of 235 (36%)
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And yet not long such gloomy thoughts might rest Within the soldier's brave and gallant breast; Not long the warrior, panting for the field And for the battle's horrid din, might yield His fearless spirit unto sorrow's sway, Or dread the issue of the coming day. The momentary sadness now was o'er, As with new hopes they neared the frowning shore, Landed in silence, and in stern array Pressed firmly forward on their dangerous way, Mounted the rugged rocks with footsteps slow, And left the murmuring river far below. From cliff to cliff the gallant army spring, Nor envy now the eagle's soaring wing; They view their labors o'er, their object gain, And proudly stand upon the lovely plain; Gaze down upon the awful scenes they've passed, Rejoicing that they've reached the heights at last. Hope lights each eye and fills each manly breast, Where wild desires and aspirations rest; It bids each doubt and every shadow flee, And points them on to certain victory! The morning dawned; the orient beams of light Fell on a strange and a romantic sight,-- On glistening helmet and on nodding crest, On waving banner and on steel-clad breast. The city woke,--but woke to hear the cry, |
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