Robert Kirkland Kernighan Poems

There 's an old, old quilt a dear old quilt
A warm old quilt, at home,
As near and dear to my heart to-day
As when I began to roam ;
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Where lilac trees are gossiping,
And whispering tell-tales to the breeze,
The sweet peas now are clambering
Across the old stump fence's knees.
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We 're aich a descindint
Av the great an resplindint
The bowld, indepindint,
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The very birds sing soft and low,
And noiseless nod the lilac trees;
The spring time breezes lighter blow,
Soft hum the sympathetic bees;
The very clouds, up in the sky,
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Burning blush eternal !
It was in my youthful days,
That I drunk of the cup infernal
Till my brain was in a craze !
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' So this is your birthday, Canuck darling,
Jeroosalem ! but you 're mighty sweet ;
Darn my skin ! you 're a reglar daisy,
Plumb from your head clean down to yer feet.
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From ocean unto ocean our noble land is fair,
A hundred million freemen's homes await their owners
there.
Then fling the tidings broadcast, the striving world among,
Till those who kneel to despots are to independence stung ;
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It washed the faint and anxious grasses,
Through all this splendid latitude ;
And trees, and flowers and ferns in masses
Sent up a hymn of gratitude.
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' Ya-Honk! ' Up north out on a bay
The rocking flock of wild geese lay,
The gander swimming round them all,
His voice 'Ya-honk! Ya-honk! ' let fall.
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Bossy, it 's spring, you '11 soon be free,
Six months of gladness are yours, I hope ;
All winter you Ve been a care to me,
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