Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

(10 January 1860 – 26 November 1943 / Douglas, New Brunswick)

Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts Poems

1. Canadian Streams 1/1/2004
2. O Earth, Sufficing All Our Needs 1/1/2004
3. The Departing Of Gluskâp 1/1/2004
4. Ave! (An Ode For The Shelley Centenary, 1892) 1/1/2004
5. The Salt Flats 1/1/2004
6. Philander's Song 1/1/2004
7. The Recessional 1/4/2003
8. Twilight On Sixth Avenue At Ninth Street 1/1/2004
9. The Great And Little Weavers 1/1/2004
10. The Clearing 1/1/2004
11. An Epitaph For A Husbandman 1/1/2004
12. Afoot 4/16/2010
13. All Night The Lone Cicada 4/16/2010
14. Cambrai And Marne 4/16/2010
15. Hilltop Song 4/16/2010
16. The Aim 4/16/2010
17. The Hawkbit 4/16/2010
18. The Sower 4/16/2010
19. Wayfarer Of Earth 4/16/2010
20. Ascription 4/16/2010
21. At The Gates Of Spring 4/16/2010
22. The Cow Pasture 1/1/2004
23. When The Sleepy Man Comes 4/16/2010
24. The Frosted Pane 1/1/2004
25. The Herring Weir 1/1/2004
26. The Iceberg 1/1/2004
27. The Autumn Thistles 1/1/2004
28. Canada 1/1/2004
29. Monition 1/1/2004
30. Bat, Bat, Come Under My Hat 1/1/2004
31. The Potato Harvest 1/1/2004
32. In An Old Barn 1/1/2004
33. Grey Rocks, And Greyer Sea 1/4/2003
34. The Solitary Woodsman 1/1/2004
35. Tantramar Revisited 1/1/2004
36. The Skater 1/1/2004
37. An April Adoration 4/16/2010

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An April Adoration

Sang the sun rise on an amber morn -
'Earth, be glad! An April day is born.

'Winter's done, and April's in the skies,
Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes!'

Putting off her dumb dismay of snow,
Earth bade all her unseen children grow.

Then the sound of growing in the air
Rose to God a liturgy of prayer;

And the thronged succession of the days
Uttered up to God a psalm of praise.

Laughed the running sap in every vein,
Laughed the running flurries of warm rain,

Laughed the life in every wandering root,
Laughed the tingling cells...

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The Solitary Woodsman

When the grey lake-water rushes
Past the dripping alder-bushes,
And the bodeful autumn wind
In the fir-tree weeps and hushes, --
When the air is sharply damp
Round the solitary camp,
And the moose-bush in the thicket
Glimmers like a scarlet lamp, --
When the birches twinkle yellow,

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