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...BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST THE RECOLLECTION OF THE PEOPLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 4 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH SPRING by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |