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MANITOBA

Where magnetic, starry midnight Sweeps a canopy of light, Whilst the days are thrilled with kisses from the sun; Where the moon seems glowing bigger, Constellations show clear figure, Polar Star salutes the Dipper— There's my Home.

Where the sleigh-bells of Kris Kringle Mingle with a merry jingle; Skaters gaily swaying, swiftly fly along. Ho! for sowshoe tramp and hockey, Jack Frost, -eling like a jockey, Calling take some sporting chances— There's my Home.

Where the ern Lights ne'er we: ry, Spinning \. -ons like a fairy,

Swiftly trailin; cobweb drapery o'er her

loom. Sunset's fille. “ith glorious splendour; rilliant scenes love » wonder, Mirrored in the . 'g cle adlets— The ry lome.

Where soft breezes sway in motion, Wheat fields rolling like the ocean; While the waves ters tints of green to bur- nished gold; Where perfume from prairie rese, Fills the balmy air that blows; Thrilled with syren notes from songsters— There's my Home

Where the moose, the elk, and r.° Jeer, Roam their happy bunting ground; Famous lowing herds of cattle fill the plain;

Fleet-winged flocks of ducks and waveys, Circling skies of bluest tone, Hearts are won for Manitobans—

Home, Sweet Ilome.

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YPRES, ST. JULIEN, LANGEMARCK

The awtul fight surged to and fro,

Thro’ day and night; Wild scenes of conflict, horror, woe.

Thro’ day and night. Bombs, field machines and howitzers. Swift flash from gun and blazing towers, Hot, dense air choked with blacting showers, Fierce whirlpools sway, wit:. rushing powers.

Cathedral spires which pierce ti.e sky, Thro’ day and night;

Rose battle wrecked in murky light, Thro’ day and night.

Huge spectres agonized with blight,

Guns roaring boom in hissing flight,

Charge, bayonets, charge, with clash and

might, Heroic man in madden'd fight.

The air’s on fire with bursting shell Thro’ day and night;

Fierce searchlights blind, in hideous spell, Thro’ day and night.

Our men, outnumbered ten to one.

Struggled and bent ard hurled the Hun

Back, back, with shot and shell and gun,

Fixed bayonets thrust, no quarter shown.

Outflanked, our brave Canadians died, Thro’ day and night;

With gas the sneaking Huns defied, Thro’ day and night.

Afraid to face our warriors bold,

They snare and crucify, behold

What shocking tortures they unfold

As trench by trench our heroes hold.

Machines spit death on wounded braves Thro’ day and night;

No Red Cross saves, no white flag waves Thro’ day and night.

Canadians with blood-curling yell

Of Indian war whoop “‘strange to tell’;

Death’s Head Hussars and Prussians fell,

Titanic fight and furious hell.

Canadian sons saved British lines

; Thro’ day and night; Grand sons of Empire, cheerful, kind,

Thro’ day and night.

The world is thrilled with brilliant feats, The world is stung by Teuton hates; Ypres, St. Julien and Langemarck Are graven, branded, on our hearts.

COMRADES IN WHITE Oh, fierce ride the Uhlans, the Uhlans on

horses,

Stand firmly brave Britons, ‘gainst legions of hate;

Block the stamp of proud Prussian steeds foaming from lashes:

“God keep you in dying,” for Freedom's at stake.

From Mons swift retreating, our rearguard in action

Mowed down by shot lightning’s quick-fir- ing machines

Huns swarming like locusts, cloud grey the horizon

At Vitry le Francois, guards, Maid of Orleans.

Legions have charge o'er thee, troopers of high degree; Pale, visible helpers, on battle-scarred

plain;

Not of this world are they, rushing through ether free,

St. George and St. Michel, “High Comrades we name.”’

The horsemen, the horsemen, and cohorts

of angels, Stern Death’s Head Hussars, in cold terror take flight; ild horses stampeding, wild Teutons re- treating,

Pursued by pale spectres, “Our Comrades

in White.”’

God walks in the crisis, Our Allies, our Allies,

Across scroll of ages, blaze letters of light;

“Giving his angels charge, watching o'er all thy ways,

Men's standards uplifting to ‘Comrades in

white.’ ”’

MAN

‘Man know thyself,” The dreamer said; The study of mankind is man, Mysterious and hard to read As thought and word and debt and deed

Enlarge as we contract them.

In dazzling rays of radium light Flashed forth the glorious answer bright; Why! ‘Ye are gods in the making’; By will and effort your faculties grow, From fathomless depths to distant star, Sometimes high and sometimes low; Patiently finding out whom ye are, Solving your riddle, through service.

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NORTHERN LIGHTS

Ho! for a night, when the Northern Lights

Shadows so ghostly come creeping, come sweeping,

Shooting aloft through vast oceans of space,

Trail brilliant fringed curtains of exquisite grace.

Ho! starry mystic vault, twinkling with gems;

Metoric sparkles come blinking, come wink- ing;

Mantle of radiance o erspreading night's dream,

Twilight sleep sighing “Things are not what they seem.”

Ho! fleet tailed mermaids, rainbows im- prison,

' Syrens and Tritons, come singing, come

swimming, Luring ‘“‘Heaven’s Dancers” and coaxing with glee, © mirror their radiance in depths of the sea.

‘Ho! for the moonbeams which play hide

and seek,

Gently advancing, come listening, come

glistening, Watching the face of the moon in surprise As cobwebby streamers are veiling her eyes.

‘Ho! for a chalice of shimmering ice, Quivering with jewels, come dashing, come flashing,

Crystalized orbits of musical spheres, Pearl rays caught in dew drops imprisoning tears.

Ho! for a skylark and aeroplane flight,

Sparkling Aurora, come razzling, come dazzling,

Singing and dancing, in whirlwind delight;

Out on time's night trails the dust of the starlight.

WILL O° THE WISP Will o° the Wisp. Will o' the Wisp,

Come follow the trail of the moonbeam witch! Has she fled to the forest With pixies to dwell, Or out on the moorlands Casting her spell? A pipe dream may lure, and badly switch This mocking, taunting Will o' the Wisp.

Will o’ the Wisp, Will o' the Wi. Peek-a-bo is the game You winking lisp, Over the mountain, As high as the sky; Poor little gnome, You have only one eye. Hurry and catch mother goose if you wish With her topsy-turvy Broomstick swish.

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JUNE

Of all the glad months in the year, my dear, June holds the prize in her laughing blue

And her “‘fever’’ runs high as she sighs, | fear;

The longest day dies in faint ling’ring sur- prise,

Whilst the swallows are hunting for flies, so queer.

Light breeze rocks the nest in the trees, glad

leaves,

Where robins’ eggs blue glow a turquoise hue,

Gems sleeping at ease, Madam Redbreast to please;

Listen, Cockrobin’s singing ‘‘Peree, peroo.”’ Trilling a merry “| spy, sky high”’ to please.

A pool of clear water, so darkling and deep, Near by ladies’ slippers are making retreat, Green lotus leaves linger by lily buds sweet: On clear crystal mirror a fawn stoops to greet eflection so gentle; Lovely June, sleep.

THE CROW

Caw, caw, caw, I'm not a stupid jackdaw, But a gay old bird With a saucy word, Who struts like a boy When his kite flies high, And looks mighty like

. He would like to fly, If he had my wings, In the bright blue sky.

Caw, caw, caw,

| walk like a man I trow, I'm the only bird

Who can strut and play, And march to the band On the King’s highway. Jet black is my suit,

Spick and span each day, But the farmers say There's the deuce to ay.

Caw, caw, caw,

List to my cracker-jack jaw. I call the spring

From her blanket of snow 3 By just murmuring, Crocus, crocus, crow; No mocking birds know, To repeat my woe,

And nobody wants

This old scarecrow, Because caws, caws.

CUPID

On tip-toe stealing, half revealing F Quiver and darts for loving hearts; - Cupid, smiling, bliss beguiling, 3 Coyly inspiring love's witching arts.

With roguish glances, vainly trying To veil those eyes of twinkling blue; His golden curls, a sunbeam raying

With halo bright, of dazzling hue.

Sweet wonder child! Love's nectar freeing From willing flowers their sweet perfume, His arrows balm tip’t, swiftly fleeing To happy hearts beneath the moon.

: On bright rayed pinions, upward winging, : aving his rosy emblems high,

_ His sceptred wand with dew drops swinging Gemming the mossy rosebuds nigh.

: Elusive Cupid, Elfland’s waiting

= To welcome home her straying boy; _ Where Ledaen stars, so softly shining, Whisper, sub rosa, bye and bye.

You fairy wanderer, gravely sighing,

3 nconscious of the sting you leave; ~ Bright promises and kiss denying;

> Sweet, au revoir, fly off, don't grieve.

A SUMMER HOUSE

Just a summer house of roses, Perfumed with love's breath divine,

Twining in and out the lattice, Wooing sunbeams all the time.

Humming birds with ruby necklace, Jewel clad in emerald green,

Pausing swift to sip love's nectar, Living fairy flowers they seem.

Watch the golden pollen flufing, Honey ke¢es are burrowing low; Hush, the rosy leaves are falling, Fleecy flakes as light as snow. :

In this bower of regal beauty, Deep dark leaves and drowsy hum, .

Evelyn swings through glints of sunshine,

Counting jewels one by one.

THE BREAKERS

Long Beach, March, 1915.

The oncoming rushing billows, Lit by the sun's flashed light,

Tossing on high their glistening dome,

With wreaths of snow white fea Laughing in wild delight.

Oh! thrilling roar of the breakers, wirling in quivering zest, - With sobbing groan, with sigh and Rising in towers of white- ungrily seeking rest.

Moan, capped foam,

Oh! rushing, receding billows, Fiugh flung o'er wild wave's crest: Your bubbling dreams of conquest flown, our echoes mocking in monotone, Dying on ocean's breast.

Roll on, by Luring with To Arctic Zon eigns winter's queen, on cr Midst waves of light and

yon path of moonbeams, silvery gleam,

e, where sad and lone, ysial throne, dream.

thery foam,

FLIGHT SUB-LIEUT. WARNEFORD, V.C.

A Zepplin’s approaching her hangar near Ghent,

With gle flags flaunting and eagle eyes bent;

As she mounts the horizon on wings of the morn,

Dark and blind lies her trail on the breath of the storm.

Swift, swift on an aeroplane Warneford swings,

His craft flying higher, a long spiral wins,

Out-manceuvring big Zepplin our “British wasp stings,”

Down dropping her bombs from quick-firing ma- chines.

“Stung to death,” fusiladed, and raining down fire, An agonized cloud burst, convulsion, despair; Huns’ death-knell in space, ringing out on the air,

Wild wail flaming earthward, dies German Kultur.

Brave Warneford’s monoplane all uncontrolled, “Turned turtle,” sucked into a vacuum and stalled, Pitching and tossing and falling like sin,

Our hero just managed vv right his machine,

He planed to a landing, then flew to the west,

Unparalleled feat in earth’s annals high test,

Six thousand feet high, calling Mars the sublime

To shine for “sky’s watchdogs” for right and all @ time.