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...
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