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To EMELINE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13

SONG-WAVES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17 A bird on sudden, as I write . . . . . . . . . . . . 48 Above the scarred cliff's iron brow . . . . . . . . 23 Across the hills the cattle call . . . . . . . . . . 39 After the winds there is surcease . . . . . . . . . 24 All day an ashen light serene . . . . . . . . . . . 55 A quiet breath distils in calm . . . . . . . . . . . 33 As on a hill-top near the sun . . . . . . . . . . . 46 As turns my heart its crimson leaves . . . . . . . . 53

Break into flower, O garden fair . . . . . . . . . . 93

Calm soul, unkindled by the sight . . . . . . . . . 36 Celestial sweetness swift outstrips . . . . . . . . 61

Dimly beheld, thou excellent . . . . . . . . . . . . 57 Doubt flies before the truth that's quired . . . . . 28

Fair as the light on fire-tipt hills . . . . . . . . 58 Far off and veiled it seems to me . . . . . . . . . 34 Far up the brook, beyond the lin . . . . . . . . . . 78 Filled oft with portents, oft withdrawn . . . . . . 25 Frail Lucia of a mutual love . . . . . . . . . . . . 87 Fresh sprig of greenest southernwood . . . . . . . . 49

Green tracery of fern to rust . . . . . . . . . . . 74

Hail, Mary, honored of the race . . . . . . . . . . 86 Her steps fall sweet as summer rain . . . . . . . . 60 Hope's clear blue eye is open wide . . . . . . . . . 82 How swift soft-feathered Time sails on . . . . . . . 71

I dreamed I drew my parting breath . . . . . . . . . 80 I feel the season's dreamy call . . . . . . . . . . 50 If mighty angels fair and tall . . . . . . . . . . . 38 I keep one picture in my heart . . . . . . . . . . . 52 Immortal Love, immortal ruth . . . . . . . . . . . . 94 Impressions vast and vague flow in . . . . . . . . . 19 I see that power is not in art . . . . . . . . . . . 83 I would enshrine in silvern song . . . . . . . . . . 13

Like oxeye daisies of the field . . . . . . . . . . 91 Look now! The crested waters sleep . . . . . . . . 70 Love bows herself in holy prayer . . . . . . . . . . 45 Love's inspirations of the lyre . . . . . . . . . . 90

Man's highest word, as God's above . . . . . . . . . 44 Men plow and sow while moves the sun . . . . . . . . 27 My quickened sense can only plod . . . . . . . . . . 72

Never before has my ear heard . . . . . . . . . . . 56

O glorious light! Thy limpid wave . . . . . . . . . 85 O June has lit her splendid lamp . . . . . . . . . . 32 O patriot, ruler, leader great . . . . . . . . . . . 88 O soul that art essential change . . . . . . . . . . 17 Over the brow of lofty scar . . . . . . . . . . . . 69

Philosophy doth dig and draw . . . . . . . . . . . . 65 Pure lily, open on the breast . . . . . . . . . . . 30

Revolving without rest and goal . . . . . . . . . . 31

Says one who with the sad condoles . . . . . . . . . 76 Spirit of song, life's golden ray . . . . . . . . . 18 Sunshine, O soul, is not a mood . . . . . . . . . . 47 Superbest power with sweetness wed . . . . . . . . . 22 Sure in this realm of Sense and Time . . . . . . . . 54 Sweetheart, I dedicate to thee . . . . . . . . . . . 16

The bird of needle beak, and breast . . . . . . . . 29 The flecks of gold that glorify . . . . . . . . . . 41 The full ripe year, these maple hills . . . . . . . 79 The ideal is a lifting sky . . . . . . . . . . . . . 42 The infinite in grand repose . . . . . . . . . . . . 66 The mirrored silence of this pool . . . . . . . . . 68 The scarlet arch of evening fills . . . . . . . . . 63 The sovereign law of human life . . . . . . . . . . 92 The spirit firm and swelling soul . . . . . . . . . 43 The sweep, O heart, of Love's account . . . . . . . 21 The sword and spear and savage knife . . . . . . . . 89 The "trees of God," the prophet said . . . . . . . . 40 The world's a train at speeding rate . . . . . . . . 8l There are no solitudes to view . . . . . . . . . . . 37 There ever wakes an evil wraith . . . . . . . . . . 77 This golden-browed September land . . . . . . . . . 51 This tiny life, with exquisite wings . . . . . . . . 64 Thus wrought the Seen-Unseen the spell . . . . . . . 15 'Tis fit the bloodroot in white hood . . . . . . . . 20 Two lives made one, the man and wife . . . . . . . . 67

Unnumbered traits shine in thy face . . . . . . . . 62 Unveiled as kinsman, Love did seek . . . . . . . . . 84

Vast promise is the sea, and vast . . . . . . . . . 35

We talked of bird and flower and tree . . . . . . . 14 What nature mirrors and reveals . . . . . . . . . . 73 What though the sea-shell cheats the ear . . . . . . 75 Who loveth not the elm tree fair . . . . . . . . . . 26 With lathe of viewless hyaline . . . . . . . . . . . 59

THE WHITETHROAT . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 95

SUMMER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 97

GLORY-ROSES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 100

THE WIND . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 103

THE CRYSTAL SPRING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 104

AY ME! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111

THE YEARS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 112

THE NOTE OF NATURE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 114

AT THE FORD . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 117

REPOSE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 120

TO EMELINE.

I would enshrine in silvern song The charm that bore our souls along, As in the sun-flushed days of summer We felt the pulsings of nature's throng;

When flecks of foam of flying spray Smote white the red sun's torrid ray, Or wimpling fogs toyed with the mountain, A?rial spirits of dew at play;

When hovering stars, poised in the blue, Came down and ever closer drew; Or, in the autumn air astringent, Glimmered the pearls of the moonlit dew.

We talked of bird and flower and tree, Of God and man and destiny. The years are wise though days be foolish, We said, as swung to its goal the sea.

Our spirits knew keen fellowship Of light and shadow, heart and lip; The veil of M?y? grew transparent, And hidden things came within our grip.

And then we sang: "In Arcady All hearts are born, thus happy-free, Till film of sin shuts out the Vision That is, and was, and that is to be."

Thus wrought the Seen-Unseen the spell To which our spirits rose and fell. As drops of dew throb with the ocean, We felt ourselves of His tidal swell.

"Nature's enchantment is of Love,-- Goodness, and truth, and beauty wove; In Him all things do hold together, And onward, upward to Him they move."

And as we spake the full moon came, A splendid globe in silver flame, From out the dusky waste of waters, Reposeful sped by His mighty name.

Sweetheart, I dedicate to thee These Song-Waves from life's voiceful sea. They ebb and flow with swift occasion, Bearing rich freight, and perhaps debris.

Each murmuring low its song apart May hint a symphony of art, Since under all, within, and over, Is diapason of Love's great heart.

For thee, as on the bridal day, Are joined in one our high communings; So take them, dear, as thine own, I pray.

TORONTO, 1900.

SONG-WAVES

O soul, that art essential change, Bickering beams, a flutter strange, Lightning of thought and gust of passion, A silver thread in this mountain range;

The waters of thy shimmering rill, More real are they than granite hill; Thy tremulous waves of mystic feeling Nourish a life of enduring will.

The sun and moon from spacious height, And stars, may crumble into night; Why shouldst thou cease to move forever, A living glow of eternal light?

Spirit of Song, life's golden ray That burneth in this house of clay, Despite the stress of blast and tempest To quench the flickering light and play;

Rapture of seraphs bright thou art, Yet kindlest in the human heart The fluid soul's upbreathed emotion, Whose light shines clear as a star apart,--

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