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CANADIAN
BALLADS,
AND
OCCASIONAL VERSES.
By
Thomas D’Arcy McGee
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ARM AND RISE.
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I.
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Arm and Rise! no more repining,
See, the glorious sun is shining—
What a world that sun beholds!
White ships glancing o’er the ocean,
All Earth’s tides, too, in swift motion, |
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Pouring onward to their goals. |
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II.
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’Tis no life for sighing, dreaming,
Read the riddle—full of meaning—
Written on your own broad palm;
For this needs no gipsey guesses,
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Here the line that curses, blesses—
Say, I shall be—say I am! |
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III.
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You have borne the parting trial,
Dare the rest; let no denial
Daunt your hope at Fortune’s door;
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See, a new world waits your wooing,
Courage is the soul of sueing—
All things yield the brave before. [Page 44] |
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IV.
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One tear to the recollections
Of our happy young affections,
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One prayer for the ancestral dead,
Then right on; the sun is shining,
Nor more doubting or repining,
Firms the path on which we tread. |
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V.
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In the forest stands the Castle, |
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Silent, gloomy, bell nor wassail
Echoes through its sable halls;
Night and chaos guard its portals,
They shall bow even to us, mortals,
Strike! and down their standard falls. |
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VI.
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On the round Canadian cedars
Legends high await but readers,
From the oaks charm’d shields depen;
Strike! thou true and only champion,
Lord of the first land you camp on!
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Strike! and win your crown, my Friend! [Page 45] |
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VII.
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Crowns—aye, golden, jewelled, glorious—
Hang, in reach, before and o’er us:
Sovereign manhood’s lawful prize—
He, who bears a Founder’s spirit
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To the forest shall inherit
All its rights and royalties. [Page 46] |
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