Helena Coleman
Helena Coleman Are there young hearts in France recalling
- These dream-filled, blue Canadian days,
When gold and scarlet flames are falling
- From beech and maple set ablaze?
And do their exiled hearts beat faster Roaming in thought their native sod?
Dream they of Canada crowned and golden,
- Flushed with her Autumn diadem?
In years to come when time is olden,
- Canada's dream shall be of them-
Shall be of them who gave for others
- The ardour of their radiant years;—
Your name in Canada's heart, my brothers,
- Shall be remembered long with tears!
We give you vision back for vision,
- Forgetting not the price you paid,
O bearers of the world's decision,
- On whom the nations' debt was laid!
No heart can view these highways glowing
- With gold transmuted from the clod,
But crowns your glorious manhood, knowing
- You gave us back our faith in God.
OH, NOT WHEN APRIL WAKES THE DAFFODILS
OH; not when April wakes the daffodils,
- And bob-o-links o'er misty meadows ring
Their fluted bells, and orchards fleeced with Spring, Go climbing up to crown the radiant hills; Not when the budding balm-o'-gilead spills Its spices on the air, and lilacs bring The drains mp and eery enchantment fills!
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