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قراءة كتاب A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics
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O, the way was good to tread! Up hill and down;
Past the quiet forestlands, by the grassy plains;
Here a stony wilderness, there an ancient town,
Now the high sun over us, now the driving rains.
Strange and evil things we met—but what cared we,
Strong men and unafraid, ripe for any chance?
Battles by the countless score, red blood running free—
Soon we learned that all of these were our inheritance.
Some of us there were that fell: what was that to us?
They were weak—we were strong—health we held to yet:
Pleasant graves we digged them, we the valorous,—
Then to the road again, striving to forget.
Once again upon the road! The seasons passed us by—
Blood-root and mayflowers, grasses straight and tall,
Scarlet banners on the hills, snowdrifts white and high,—
One by one we lived them through, giving thanks for all.
O, the countries that we found in our wandering!
Wide seas without a sail, islands fringed with foam,
Undiscovered till we came, waiting for their king,—
We might tarry but a while, far away from home.
Far away the home we sought,—soon we must be gone;
The old road, the old days, still we clung to those;
The dawn came, the noon came, the dusk came, the dawn—
Still we kept upon this path long ago we chose.
* * * * *
Was it up this road we came, glad the end was far,
Yesterday,—last year—a million years ago?
Surely it was morning then: now, the twilight star
Hangs above the hidden hills—white and very low.
Quietly the Earth takes on the hush of things asleep;
All the silence of the birds stills the moveless air;
—Yet we must not falter now, though the way be steep;
Just beyond the turn o' the road,—surely Peace is thee!
X. FELLOWSHIP.
1.
At last we reached the pointed firsAnd rested for a little while;The light of home was in her smileAnd my cold hand grew warm as her's.Behind, across the level snow,We saw the half-moon touch the hillWhere we had felt the sunset; stillOur feet had many miles to go.And now, new little stars were bornIn the dark hollows of the sky:—Perhaps (she said) lest we should dieOf weariness before the morn.
2.
Once, when the year stood still at June,At even we had tarried thereTill Dusk came in—her noiseless hairTrailing along a pathway strewnWith broken cones and year-old things,But now, tonight, it seemed that SheTherein abode continually,With weighted feet and folded wings,And so we lingered not for dawnTo mark the edges of out path;But with such home a blind man hathAt midnight, we went groping on.—I do not know how many firsWe stumbled past in that still wood:Only I know that once we stoodTogether there—my lips on her's.
3.
Between the midnight and the dawnWe came out on the farther side;—What if the wood was dark and wide?Its shadows now here far withdrawn,And O the white stars in the sky!And O the glitter of the snow!—Henceforth we know our feet should knowFair ways to travel—she and I—For One—Whose shadow is the Night—Unwound them where the Great Bear swungAnd wide across the darkness flungThe ribbons of the Northern Light.
XI. THE LODGER.
What! and do you find it good,Sitting here alone with me?Hark! the wind goes through the woodAnd the snow drifts heavily,When the morning brings the lightHow know I you will not say,"What a storm