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قراءة كتاب The Song of the Exile—A Canadian Epic
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THE
SONG OF THE EXILE
A CANADIAN EPIC
Visions and Miscellaneous Poems
BY
WILFRED S. SKEATS
TORONTO
HART & COMPANY
31 & 33 KING ST. WEST
1891
Entered according to Act of the Parliament of Canada
in the Office of the Minister of Agriculture, by Hart & Company,
in the year one thousand eight hundred and ninety.
DEDICATION.
To Thee, whose cheering words have urged me on
When fainting heart advised me to stay
My halting pen, and leave my task undone:
To Thee, I humbly dedicate this lay.
Strong, womanly heart! whose long-enduring pain
Has not sufficed to rend thy faith in twain,
But rather teaches thee to sympathise
With those whose path through pain and darkness lies
Thyself forgetting, if but thou canst be
Of aid to others in adversity;
The helpful word, the approbative smile
From thee have ever greeted me, the while
None other cheered. Then let this tribute be
A token of my gratitude to Thee.
When fainting heart advised me to stay
My halting pen, and leave my task undone:
To Thee, I humbly dedicate this lay.
Strong, womanly heart! whose long-enduring pain
Has not sufficed to rend thy faith in twain,
But rather teaches thee to sympathise
With those whose path through pain and darkness lies
Thyself forgetting, if but thou canst be
Of aid to others in adversity;
The helpful word, the approbative smile
From thee have ever greeted me, the while
None other cheered. Then let this tribute be
A token of my gratitude to Thee.
CONTENTS.
| Page. | |
| The Song of the Exile: | |
| Canto the First | 9 |
| Canto the Second | 29 |
| Canto the Third | 49 |
| Canto the Fourth | 71 |
| Canto the Fifth | 93 |
| Footnotes | 118 |
| Visions: | |
| The New Resolve | 121 |
| The Higher Duty | 124 |
| The Hidden Purpose | 127 |
| Miscellaneous: | |
| The Serpent | 135 |
| Pro Deo et Patria | 137 |
| Despondency | 139 |
| To L. W. | 142 |
| You Wrong Me Kate | 145 |
| Flossie | 147 |
| To Ethel | 149 |
| Dear Little Ethel | 151 |
| To D. R. P. | 153 |
| Christmas | 158 |
| A Serenade | 160 |
THE
SONG OF THE EXILE.
A CANADIAN EPIC.
I.
Ye shores of England, as ye fast recede
The pain of parting rends my weary breast.
I must regret—yet there is little need
That I should mourn, for only wild unrest
Is mine while in my native land I roam.
Thou gav'st me birth, but cannot give a home.
The pain of parting rends my weary breast.
I must regret—yet there is little need
That I should mourn, for only wild unrest
Is mine while in my native land I roam.
Thou gav'st me birth, but cannot give a home.
II.
Yet happy were the days that have been mine,
So happy that those days must needs be few.
It could not be that that bright sun would shine
For many months, and while its light was new
The clouds arose, and, in one fated day,
The jealous storm had swept my joys away.
So happy that those days must needs be few.
It could not be that that bright sun would shine
For many months, and while its light was new
The clouds arose, and, in one fated day,
The jealous storm had swept my joys away.