Verses and Rhymes by the way

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Title: Verses and Rhymes by the way
Author: Nora Pembroke
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VERSES AND RHYMES BY THE WAY.

BY NORA PEMBROKE.

There are poor Mango's poems, which James Batter and me think excellent, and if any one think otherwise, I wad just thank them to write better at their leisure." --Mansie Wauch
"All beneath the unrivalled rose The lowly daisy sweetly blows, Though large the forest monarch throws His army shade, Yet green the juicy hawthorne grows Adown the glade."
--Burns

To Mrs. Irving, PEMBROKE.
I dedicate these verses to one whom I hold dear, One who in the dark days drew in Christian kindness near May He who led me all my life do so and more to me If ever I forget the debt of love I owe to thee.

CONTENTS
A STORY OF PLANTAGENET
A LEGEND OF BUCKINGHAM VILLAGE
OTTAWA
THE LAKE ALLUMETTE
HOW PRINCE ARTHUR WAS WELCOMED TO PEMBROKE
A MOTHER'S LAMENT FOR AN ONLY ONE
SERVANTS
ALAS, MY BROTHER!
I WILL NOT RE COMFORTED BECAUSE ONE IS NOT
TO A FATHER'S MEMORY
ORSON'S FAREWELL (Orson Grout)
DEATH OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN
ADDRESSES. To the Hon. Malcolm Cameron
ERIN'S ADDRESS TO THE HON. THOMAS D'ARCY McGEE
NORA TO DAVID HEBBISON
DEATH OF D'ARCY McGEE
LINES TO A SHAMROCK. A Song of Exile
LAMENTATION. (Walter and Freddie)
THE SONG OF THE BEREAVED
COMFORT YE, COMFORT YE MY PEOPLE
MAJORITY
MY OWN GREEN LAND
BEREAVEMENT. (Job in. 26)
OUT OF THE DEPTHS
ERIN, MAVOURNEEN. A Prize Poem
WRITTEN FOR THE O'CONNEL CENTENARY
WE LAMENT NOT FOR ONE BUT MANY
LINES FOR THE BRIDAL
WELCOME HOME
BAPTISM IN LAKE ALLUMETTE
GOOD BYE (To Miss E E.)
WEEP WITH THOSE WHO WEEP (Mary Maud)
TO ELIZABETH RAY
FAREWELL TO LORD AND LADY DUFFERIN
A WELCOME
DEATH OF NORMAN DEWAR
THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY
IN MEMORY OF JOHN LEACH CRAIG
FAREWELL
THE PRINCE OF ANHALT DESSAU
MARY'S DEATH
TO ISABEL
LINES ON ANNEXATION
TO MY FRIEND
LITTLE MINNIE
TECUMTHE
CREED AND CONDUCT COMBINED AS CAUSE AND EFFECT
RETROSPECT
TO THE RAIN
DIVIDED
TO MARY
TO FRANCES
A NEW YEAR'S ADDRESS, 1870
MY BABY
THE FATE OF HENRY HUDSON
FORSAKEN
KEEPING TRYST
EDGAR
GONE
WHAT WENT YE OUT FOR TO SEE?
THE IROQUOIS SIDE OF THE STORY
A SATIRE. A Humble Imitation
JUVENILE VERSES On the Birth of Albert Edward Prince of Wales
THE BIBLE
THE ADIEU TO ELIZA
TO MY VALENTINE
FIRST LOVE
CHILDREN'S SONG
ANSWER TO BURNS' ADDRESS TO THE DE'IL
SEPARATION
TO ANNE ON HER BIRTHDAY
TO ISABEL
ISABEL
THOUGHTS
TO J W
THE ORPHANS GOOD BYE
TO ANNIE ON HER BIRTHDAY
GONE

VERSES AND RHYMES BY THE WAY.

A STORY OF PLANTAGENET.
In the small Village of St Joseph, below the City of Ottawa, still lives or did live very recently, an ancient couple, whole story is told in the following lines.
PART I
Lays of fair dames of lofty birth, And golden hair alt richly curled; Of knights that venture life for love, Suit poets of the older world. We wilt not fill our simple rhymes, With diamond flash, or gleaming pearl; In singing of the by-gone times; We simply sing the love and faith, Outliving absence, strong as death, Of one Jow-born Canadian girl.
'Twas long ago the rapid spring Had scarce given place to summer yet, The Ottawa, with swollen flood, Rolled past thy banks, Plantagenet; Thy banks where tall and plumed pines Stood rank on rank, in serried lines. Green islands, each with leafy crest, Lay peaceful on the river's breast, The trees, ere this, had, one by one, Shook out their leaflets to the sun, Forming a rustling, waving screen, While swollen waters rolled between.
The wild deer trooped through woodland path, And sought the river's strand, Slight danger then of flashing death, From roving hunter's hand; For very seldom was there seen A hunter of the doomed red race, Few spots, with miles of bush between, Marked each a settler's dwelling-place. No lumberer's axe, no snorting scream Of fierce, though