Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
A Canadian Boat-Song.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight 's past.
A Canadian Boat-Song.
The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.
Preface to Corruption and Intolerance.
Like a young eagle who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,