OH, to be in Canada now that Spring is merry, Happy apple blossoms gay against the smiling green; Here the lilac's purple plume and here the pink of cherry, Hillsides just a drift of bloom with clover in between! Oh, to be in Canada! there's a road that rambles Through a leafing maple-wood and up a windy hill, Velvet pussy-willows press soft hands amid the brambles Fringing round a sky-filled pool where cattle drink their fill. Oh, to be in Canada! there's a farmhouse hidden Where the hollow meets the hill and Spring's first footsteps show— Not a drop of honey there to any bee for bidden, Not a cherry on a tree but all the robins know! Oh, to be in Canada, now that Spring is calling Sweet, so sweet it breaks the heart to let its sweetness through, Oh, to breast the windy hill while yet the dew is falling— Waking all the meadow-larks to carol in the blue! Smile upon us, Canada! None shall fail who love you While they hold a memory of your fields where flowers are— High the task to keep unstained the skies that bend above you, Proud the life that shields you from the flaming wind of war! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PAULINE BARRETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |