Song-waves

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.


would enshrine in silvern song The charm that bore our souls along, As in the sun-flushed days of summer We felt the pulsings of nature's throng;
When flecks of foam of flying spray Smote white the red sun's torrid ray, Or wimpling fogs toyed with the mountain, Aërial spirits of dew at play;
When hovering stars, poised in the blue, Came down and ever closer drew; Or, in the autumn air astringent, Glimmered the pearls of the moonlit dew.

We talked of bird and flower and tree, Of God and man and destiny. The years are wise though days be foolish, We said, as swung to its goal the sea.
Our spirits knew keen fellowship Of light and shadow, heart and lip; The veil of Mâyâ grew transparent, And hidden things came within our grip.
And then we sang: In Arcady All hearts are born, thus happy-free, Till film of sin shuts out the Vision That is, and was, and that is to be.