THE CONFUSED DAWN.
YOUNG MAN What are the Vision and the CryThat haunt the new Canadian soul? Dim grandeur spreads we know not whyO'er mountain, forest, tree and knoll, And murmurs indistinctly fly.— Some magic moment sure is nigh.O Seer, the curtain roll!
SEERThe Vision, mortal, it is this— Dead mountain, forest, knoll and treeAwaken all endued with bliss, A native...
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