WHAT are the Vision and the Cry That haunt the new Canadian soul? Dim grandeur spreads we know not why O'er mountain, forest, tree and knoll, And murmurs indistinctly fly. Some magic moment sure is nigh. O Seer, the curtain roll! The Vision, mortal, it is this: Dead mountain, forest, knoll and tree, Awaken all endued with bliss, A native land -- O think! to be @3Thy@1 native land! and, ne'er amiss, Its smile shall like a lover's kiss From henceforth seem to thee. The Cry thou couldst not understand, Which runs through that new realm of light, From Breton's to Vancouver's strand O'er many a lovely landscape bright, It is their waking utterance grand, The great refrain "A Native Land!" Thine be the ear, the sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TIME TO DANCE by CECIL DAY LEWIS OCTAVES: 12 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PARTING AT MORNING by ROBERT BROWNING THE HILL WIFE: HOUSE FEAR by ROBERT FROST THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN |