Song-waves   By: Theodore H. (Theodore Harding) Rand (1835-1900)

SONG WAVES

BY

THEODORE H. RAND

D. C. L.

Author of "At Minos Basin and other Poems," "A Treasury of Canadian Verse."

TORONTO

WILLIAM BRIGGS

1900

Entered according to Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one thousand nine hundred, by EMELINE A. RAND, at the Department of Agriculture.

CONTENTS.

PAGE

To EMELINE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13

SONG WAVES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17 A bird on sudden, as I write . . . . . . . . . . . . 48 Above the scarred cliff's iron brow . . . . . . . . 23 Across the hills the cattle call . . . . . . . . . . 39 After the winds there is surcease . . . . . . . . . 24 All day an ashen light serene . . . . . . . . . . . 55 A quiet breath distils in calm . . . . . . . . . . . 33 As on a hill top near the sun . . . . . . . . . . . 46 As turns my heart its crimson leaves . . . . . . . . 53

Break into flower, O garden fair . . . . . . . . . . 93

Calm soul, unkindled by the sight . . . . . . . . . 36 Celestial sweetness swift outstrips . . . . . . . . 61

Dimly beheld, thou excellent . . . . . . . . . . . . 57 Doubt flies before the truth that's quired . . . . . 28

Fair as the light on fire tipt hills . . . . . . . . 58 Far off and veiled it seems to me . . . . . . . . . 34 Far up the brook, beyond the lin . . . . . . . . . . 78 Filled oft with portents, oft withdrawn . . . . . . 25 Frail Lucia of a mutual love . . . . . . . . . . . . 87 Fresh sprig of greenest southernwood . . . . . . . . 49

Green tracery of fern to rust . . . . . . . . . . . 74

Hail, Mary, honored of the race . . . . . . . . . . 86 Her steps fall sweet as summer rain . . . . . . . . 60 Hope's clear blue eye is open wide . . . . . . . . . 82 How swift soft feathered Time sails on . . . . . . . 71

I dreamed I drew my parting breath . . . . . . . . . 80 I feel the season's dreamy call . . . . . . . . . . 50 If mighty angels fair and tall . . . . . . . . . . . 38 I keep one picture in my heart . . . . . . . . . . . 52 Immortal Love, immortal ruth . . . . . . . . . . . . 94 Impressions vast and vague flow in . . . . . . . . . 19 I see that power is not in art . . . . . . . . . . . 83 I would enshrine in silvern song . . . . . . . . . . 13

Like oxeye daisies of the field . . . . . . . . . . 91 Look now! The crested waters sleep . . . . . . . . 70 Love bows herself in holy prayer . . . . . . . . . . 45 Love's inspirations of the lyre . . . . . . . . . . 90

Man's highest word, as God's above . . . . . . . . . 44 Men plow and sow while moves the sun . . . . . . . . 27 My quickened sense can only plod . . . . . . . . . . 72

Never before has my ear heard . . . . . . . . . . . 56

O glorious light! Thy limpid wave . . . . . . . . . 85 O June has lit her splendid lamp . . . . . . . . . . 32 O patriot, ruler, leader great . . . . . . . . . . . 88 O soul that art essential change . . . . . . . . . . 17 Over the brow of lofty scar . . . . . . . . . . . . 69

Philosophy doth dig and draw . . . . . . . . . . . . 65 Pure lily, open on the breast . . . . . . . . . . . 30

Revolving without rest and goal . . . . . . . . . . 31

Says one who with the sad condoles . . . . . . . . . 76 Spirit of song, life's golden ray . . . . . . . . . 18 Sunshine, O soul, is not a mood . . . . . . . . . . 47 Superbest power with sweetness wed . . . . . . . . . 22 Sure in this realm of Sense and Time . . . . . . . . 54 Sweetheart, I dedicate to thee . . . . . . . . . . . 16