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In Memory Of John Leach Craig In Memory Of John Leach Craig

In Memory Of John Leach Craig
In the midst of Life we are in Death.What is it that has stilled the usual hurry, Checking the eager tread of rapid feet?Why does the business face look sad and sorry Within the place where merchants choose to meet?A something not unusual or strange,One face is missing on the Corn Exchange.Alas! they say he had uncommon merit, High the esteem and confidence he won;He brought to business life a joyous spirit, And mixed commercial tact with boyish fun.We miss his breezy laugh, his pleasant face,The skill that marked him for the foremost place.There is a ship... Poems - Post by : Terence - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3497

The Shadow Of The Almighty The Shadow Of The Almighty

The Shadow Of The Almighty
The Rev Mr Young was one stormy day visiting one of his people, an old man, who lived in great poverty in a lonely cottage a few miles from Jedsburg. He found him sitting with his Bible open upon his knees, but in outward circumstances of great discomfort, the snow drifting in through the roof and under the door, and scarcely any fire in the hearth. "What are you about to day, John?" asked Mr Young on entering "Ah, sir," said John, "I am sitting under His shadow with great delight." They only see the snow heaped on... Poems - Post by : silvereagle - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3779

Death Of Norman Dewar Death Of Norman Dewar

Death Of Norman Dewar
(Mr Norman Dewar, commission merchant, a native of Glengarry, Canada who had been assisting Captain McCabe as commissary of the Memphis Relief Committee, died of yellow fever after three days illness A brave and gentle nature, he was loved by a host of friends and will long be remembered as among the noblest of the band of gallant men who during this fearful epidemic died at the post of duty) Far away from stricken Memphis Came the tidings sad and sureThat among the many fallen, Fell the clansman Norman DewarThere are eyes unused to weeping With the... Poems - Post by : Grant - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3198

A Welcome A Welcome

A Welcome
THE CAMPBELLS ARE COMING Gather, oh gather! gather, oh gather On with the philabeg every manAnd up with the bonnet and badge of your father, Belt on the plaid of the great Campbell clan From the heather clad hills of that island In whose straths and glens your fathers were bornThey come, and so gather, ye hearts that are Highland, Welcome the Lord and the Lady of Lorne!... Poems - Post by : bb520 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3137

Farewell To Lord And Lady Dufferin Farewell To Lord And Lady Dufferin

Farewell To Lord And Lady Dufferin
In leaving us, whom thou hast governed well Holding the helm of state through all these yearsThe land at large unites in a farewell That's mingled with regret akin to tearsMy Lord, we welcomed you in coming here As one our gracious Queen thought fit to sendYour term of office hath so made you dear We say farewell to you as friend to friendIt is not homage paid to honours worn Lightly, as that which comes to one unsought;Nor to thy high desent, oh nobly born Nor to the aristocracy of thought.And yet we do... Poems - Post by : Garrett - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3072

To Elizabeth Ray To Elizabeth Ray

To Elizabeth Ray
First of women, best of friendsTake what a village rhymer sends,A tear wet trifle sent to tellThe giver must bid thee farewell!And shall I then when o'er the seaForget thee? No, it cannot beWhen thinking of much loved Grace Hill,(1) Its drops of joy, its drafts of illI shed the fond regretting tear,For those I did I do hold dear,First shall mid those I parted withStand Friendship's Ray Elizabeth(Footnote 1: Burns)1844(The end)Margaret Moran D. McDougall's poem: To Elizabeth Ray... Poems - Post by : mickweb - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2189

Weep With Those Who Weep Weep With Those Who Weep

Weep With Those Who Weep
(Mary Maud.)O friends, I cannot comfort, but will share with you your grieving, In the valley of the shadow where you sit in helpless tears;Greater is the parting anguish, than the joy of first receiving The sweet gift that was your treasure through five happy, golden yearsWhen I laid within your arms the dear babe that God had given, There was hidden in the future all the tears that you must weep,Ah! the little ones so tangled in our heart-strings, they are riven In the parting, are but treasures lent not given us to keepThere's silence in... Poems - Post by : icRon - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3520

Good-bye Good-bye

Good-bye
(To Miss E E.)I cannot write, my tears are flowing fast, Yet weeping is unnatural to me;Oh! that this hour of bitterness was past-- The parting hour with all I love and theeIf I had never met or loved thee so, To part would not have caused me this sharp pain;Parting so oft occurring here below, And they who part so seldom meet again.Yet over land or sea 'er I go, My home, my friends, shall flit before my eyes--And oft I anxiously shall wish to know, If in thy bosom thoughts of me arise.Oh,... Poems - Post by : menswear7 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3580

Baptism In Lake Allumette Baptism In Lake Allumette

Baptism In Lake Allumette
Oh Allumette, hemmed with thy fringe of pine, Watched over by thy mountains far away,Thy waters have been troubled oftentime, Never before as they have been to day!The red man on the war path, with light stroke, Hath cleaved thy waters moving stealthily;Hunter and hunted deer thy surface broke With splash and struggle of the living prey.Across thy bosom venturous Champlain And faithful Brule have pursued their way;Seeking for distant golden Indian vain Finding Coulonge while searching for CathayThe knights of industry the sons of toil, Trouble thy waters in the eager strifeTo win... Poems - Post by : surinam - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1563

Welcome Home Welcome Home

Welcome Home
You are coming home with the breath of spring Flying home to a love-lined nest,Most loving care hath made it fair Your hands will do the restAnd the bridal robe you have laid aside And the vail all of lacy foam,The maiden's wed, the tour is sped So welcome, welcome homeThe past is laid by with the bridal wreath The bride has come home a wife,And now we pray that blessings may Crown all your wedded lifeWhat shall be the blessing, my dearest dear, When it's all that we have to give?That peace and... Poems - Post by : kangaroo - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2835

Lines For The Bridal Lines For The Bridal

Lines For The Bridal
They will place a bridal wreath, maiden, To crown all your shining hair;The mist-like cloud of the bridal veil Will float round a face most fair.They will dress you in bridal robes, maiden, And the holy words be said,And the ring put on and two made one, And the maiden we love be wed.You'll give him your virgin hand, maiden, And become a wedded wife;That hand will mingle "honey for two" To sweeten the bitter of life.They will give you costly gifts, maiden, And many a wish besideWill rise in prayer in blessings come... Poems - Post by : www.acltd.net - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2779

We Lament Not For One But Many We Lament Not For One But Many

We Lament Not For One But Many
'At last he is dead'So the wondering, horror-struck neighbours said, A skilful touch of his knife Has cut the thread of a wasted lifeHe has reached the end of the downward road,And rushed unbidden to meet his God, Over every duty past every tie,Unwarned, unhindered, he rushed along,Through the wild license of sin. and wrong, And into the silent eternityRelax thy anguished watch, O wifeAnd fold thy hands--and yet--and yet,After all the tears which thou hast wept,Through nights when happier mortals slept,Thou only wilt weep with fond regret,Over the corpse of the hopeless deadFor the cause accursed,... Poems - Post by : tareed59 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1289

Written For The O'connel Centenary Written For The O'connel Centenary

Written For The O'connel Centenary
Sons of the bright, green island, Gathered by the pine-fringed lake,In honour of his memory, Who battled for your sake,Listen, we too pay our tribute To a fame that well endures;He, who ventured much for liberty, Is ours as well as yours.Men fought in vain for freedom, And lay down in felon graves;"Your noblest then were exiles, Your proudest then were slaves"When the people, blind and furious, Maddened by oppression's scorn,Struggled, seethed in wild upheaval, Was the Liberator born.Who took the sword fell by the sword, This man was born to show,How... Poems - Post by : thebgwebber - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 905

Erin, Mavourneen, A Prize Poem Erin, Mavourneen, A Prize Poem

Erin, Mavourneen, A Prize Poem
I know Canada is fair to see, and pleasant; it is wellOn the banks of its broad river 'neath the maple trees to dwell;But the heart is very wilful, and in sorrow or in mirth,Mine will turn with sore love-longing to the land that gave me birth;And I wish that, oh but once again! my longing eyes might seeThe green island that lies smiling on the bosom of the sea;That is fed with heaven's dew and the fatness of the earth,Fanned by wild Atlantic breezes that sweep over it in mirth.Its green robe is starred with daisies; it is brilliant fresh... Poems - Post by : allink13 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2444

Out Of The Depths Out Of The Depths

Out Of The Depths
Thou art, and, therefore, Thou art near, oh God! Thick darkness covers me, I cannot see;Is this the Shepherd's crook, or the correcting rod, And by Thy hand, O Father, laid on me?I cry to Thee, and shall I cry in vain? My soul looks up as if through prison bars,Up through the silent Heaven, ah, turn again Thy face to me, hide not behind the stars.Thy presence hath been with me in the past, Where "heaps of witness" mark out all the way;Thy years change not, Thy love is still as vast, I look... Poems - Post by : billspike - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1307

Bereavement Bereavement

Bereavement
(Job iii. 26)It was not that I lived a life of ease, Quiet, secure, apart from every care;For on the darkest of my anxious days I thought my burden more than I could bear.The shadow of a coming trouble fell Across my pathway, drawing very near;I walked within it awestruck, felt the spell Trembled, not knowing what I had to fear.The hand that held events I might not stay,But creeping to His footstool I could pray.With sad forebodings I kept watch and ward Against the dreaded evil that must come;Of small avail, door locked or window... Poems - Post by : hughman - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1666

My Own Green Land My Own Green Land

My Own Green Land
It was in the early morning Of life, and of hope to me,I sat on a grassy hillside Of the Isle beyond the sea,Erin's skies of changeful beauty Were bending over me.The landscape, emerald tinted, Lying smiling in the sun,The grass with daisies sprinkled, And with shamrocks over run,The Maine water flashed and dimpled, Still flowing softly on.The lark in the blue above me, A tiny speck in the sky,Rained down from its bosom's fulness A shower of melody,Dropping through the golden sunlight, And sweetly rippling byAfar in the sunny distance,... Poems - Post by : hsmunford - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2143

Majority Majority

Majority
So friend of mine 'tis thy birthday morn, And friends with fair gifts around thee come,Outside the circle I stand forlorn, My hands are empty my lips are dumb.O Thou who seest in secret still, Who reads the heart when no word is said,The wishes that rise in prayer fulfil In royal blessings to crown his head.Entering the portals of manhood now, The boy we loved from our knowledge slips,With fresh consecration seal his brow, With thy altar fire retouch his lips.He girds himself for the strife anew, And love foresees what the dangers... Poems - Post by : Sunshine - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3551

Comfort Ye, Comfort Ye My People Comfort Ye, Comfort Ye My People

Comfort Ye, Comfort Ye My People
(Noel.)By the sad fellowship of human suffering, By the bereavements that are thine and mine,I venture--oh, forgive me!--with this offering, I would it were to thee God's oil and wineI too have suffered--is it then surprising If to thy sacred grief I enter in?My spirit draws near thine all sympathising, Sorrow, like love, "makes aliens near of kin."Thou'rt weeping for thy gathered blossoms, mother, The Lord had need of him, and called him soon,In morning freshness ere the dews of heaven Were chased before the burning rays of noon.Thy darling child, like to God's summer... Poems - Post by : MartyNicholas - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1703

The Song Of The Bereaved The Song Of The Bereaved

The Song Of The Bereaved
(I have borrowed thy pattern, dear Hood, to cut out our mourning garments.)With garments for sorrow torn, With eyelids heavy and red,A woman sat by a new-made grave, Bewailing her slaughtered dead--Weep! weep! weep! Tears of remorseful pain;The sorrow that sorrows without a hope, Is poured forth above the slain.Drink! drink! drink! It slayeth on every side,Till the blue-eyed baby is fatherless, And a desolate widow the bride.O for a gleam of light On the home, on the friendly hand,That pours in kindness the burning draught That maketh a desolate land.Drink! drink! drink!... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1209