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IN DIVERS TONES
BY
CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS
AUTHOR OF "ORION, AND OTHER POEMS"; PROFESSOR
OF
ENGLISH LITERATURE IN THE UNIVERSITY OF

KING'S COLLEGE, WINDSOR, N. S.
To My Friend,
EDMUND COLLINS.
In divers tones I sing,
And pray you, Friend, give ear!
My medley
of song I bring
You, who can rightly hear.
Themes gathered far and near,
Thoughts from my heart that spring,

In divers tones I sing,
And pray you. Friend, give ear!
Here's many a serious thing--
You'll know if it's sincere.
Where the
light laughters ring
You may detect a tear.
In divers tones I sing,

And pray you, Friend, give ear!
CONTENTS.
DEDICATION
COLLECT FOR DOMINION DAY
CANADA
ACTAEON
IN THE AFTERNOON

THE PIPES OF PAN
BEFORE THE BREATH OF STORM
OUT OF POMPEII
TO FREDERICTON IN MAY-TIME
IN SEPTEMBER
CONCERNING CUTHBERT THE MONK
IMPULSE
THE ISLES--AN ODE
A SERENADE
OFF PELORUS
A BALLADE OF CALYPSO
RAIN
MIST
THE TANTRAMAR REVISITED
THE SLAVE WOMAN
THE MARVELLOUS WORK
A SONG OF DEPENDENCE
ON THE CREEK
LOTOS
THE SOWER

THE POTATO HARVEST
AFLOAT
RECKONING
IN NOTRE DAME
NOCTURNE
TIDES
CONSOLATION
DARK
THE FOOTPATH
TOUT OU RIEN
SALT
KHARTOUM
LIBERTY. (From the French of Fréchette)
TO THE MEMORY OF SIDNEY LANIER
ON READING THE POEMS OF SIDNEY LANIER
IN LANG'S "HELEN OF TROY." (TO BLISS CARMAN.)
A BALLADE OF PHILOMELA
A HERALD
WINTER GERANIUMS
A BREATHING TIME

BIRCH AND PADDLE. (To BLISS CARMAN.)
AN ODE FOR THE CANADIAN CONFEDERACY
THE QUELLING OF THE MOOSE
A SONG OF REGRET
THE DEPARTING OF CLOTE SCARP
A BREAK
TO A LADY, AFTER HEARING HER READ KEATS'
"NIGHTINGALE"
RONDEAU. (TO LOUIS HONORE FRÉCHETTE.)
A BIRTHDAY BALLADE
To S---- M----
LA BELLE TROMBONISTE
THE POET IS BIDDEN TO MANHATTAN ISLAND
THE BLUE VIOLET
IN DIVERS TONES.
COLLECT FOR DOMINION DAY.
Father of nations! Help of the feeble hand!
Strength of the strong! to
whom the nations kneel!
Stay and destroyer, at whose just command

Earth's kingdoms tremble and her empires reel!
Who dost the low
uplift, the small make great,
And dost abase the ignorantly proud,

Of our scant people mould a mighty state,
To the strong, stern,--to
Thee in meekness bowed!
Father of unity, make this people one!

Weld, interfuse them in the patriot's flame,--
Whose forging on thine

anvil was begun
In blood late shed to purge the common shame;

That so our hearts, the fever of faction done,
Banish old feud in our
young nation's name.
CANADA.
O Child of Nations, giant-limbed,
Who stand'st among the nations
now
Unheeded, unadored, unhymned,
With unanointed brow,--
How long the ignoble sloth, how long
The trust in greatness not thine
own?
Surely the lion's brood is strong
To front the world alone!
How long the indolence, ere thou dare
Achieve thy destiny, seize thy
fame--
Ere our proud eyes behold thee bear
A nation's franchise,
nation's name?
The Saxon force, the Celtic fire,
These are thy manhood's heritage!

Why rest with babes and slaves? Seek higher
The place of race and
age.
I see to every wind unfurled
The flag that bears the Maple-Wreath;

Thy swift keels furrow round the world
Its blood-red folds beneath;
Thy swift keels cleave the furthest seas;
Thy white sails swell with
alien gales;
To stream on each remotest breeze
The black smoke of
thy pipes exhales.
O Falterer, let thy past convince
Thy future,--all the growth, the gain,

The fame since Cartier knew thee, since
Thy shores beheld
Champlain!
Montcalm and Wolfe! Wolfe and Montcalm!
Quebec, thy storied
citadel
Attest in burning song and psalm
How here thy heroes fell!
O Thou that bor'st the battle's brunt
At Queenston, and at Lundy's
Lane,--
On whose scant ranks but iron front
The battle broke in

vain!--
Whose was the danger, whose the day,
From whose triumphant
throats the cheers,
At Chrysler's Farm, at