Memories of Canada and Scotland — Speeches and Verses by John Douglas Sutherland Campbell
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The deep eave shadows. There when tilled
The peasant's field or garden bed, He rests content if o'er his head From silver spires the church-bells call To gorgeous shrines, and prayers that gild The simple hopes and lives of all. Winter is mocked by garbs of green, Worn by the copses flaked with snow,-- White spikes and balls of bloom, that blow In hedgerows deep; and cattle seen In meadows spangled thick with gold, And globes where lovers' fates are told Around the red-doored houses low; While rising o'er them, fold on fold, The distant hills in azure glow. Oft in the woods we long delayed, When hours were minutes all too brief, For Nature knew no sound of grief; But overhead the breezes played, And in the dank grass at our knee, Shone pearls of our green forest sea, The star-white flowers of triple leaf Which love around the brooks to be, Within the birch and maple shade. At times we passed some fairy mere Embosomed in the leafy screen, And streaked with tints of heaven's sheen, |
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