Fleurs De Lys, and Other Poems by Arthur Weir
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And soon their leader, full of mirth.
And politic withal-- Well knowing that no spot on earth Could hold them long in thrall, Unless into their company, Its duties and its sport, Were introduced the pageantry And etiquette of court-- Enrolled them in a titled band, _L'Ordre de Bon Temps_ named, First knighthood's grade for which this land Of Canada is famed. Each one in turn Grand Master was-- At close of day released-- His duty to maintain the laws, And furnish forth a feast. Filled with a pardonable pride In nobles wont to dwell, Each with his predecessor vied In bounty to excel, And thus it was the festive board With beaver, otter, deer, And fish and fowl was richly stored, Throughout the changing year. At mid-day--for our sires of old Dined when the sun was high-- To where the cloth was spread, behold |
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