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Canadian
Born
by
Emily Pauline Johnson
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The
City and the Sea
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To none
the city bends a servile knee;
Purse-proud and scornful,
on her heights she stands,
And at her feet the great white moaning sea
Shoulders incessantly the
grey-gold sands,—
One the Almighty’s child since time began,
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And
one the might of Mammon, born of clods;
For all the city is the work of man,
But all the sea is God’s.
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II
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And
she—between the ocean and the town—
Lies cursed of one and by
the other blest;
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Her
staring eyes, her long drenched hair, her gown,
Sea-laved and soiled and
dank above her breast. [Page 52]
She, image of her God since life began,
She, but the child of Mammon,
born of clods,
Her broken body spoiled and spurned of man,
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her sweet soul is God’s. [Page 53] |
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