The Song of the Exile-A Canadian Epic Part 14

IX.

Thus was I fascinated, and I thought A prairie life, untrammeled, free and blest, Much happiness to me had surely brought; And so I longed to roam the mighty West.

But kindly Fate forbade me then to roam, Well knowing that the West was not my home.

X.

But now I stand upon the prairie, now I see the land which once I longed to see-- And fain must smile, as I remember how This land seemed once a paradise to me.

But that was ere my eye had ever seen These thousand miles of treeless prairie-green.

XI.

Nay, this is not the prairie that I saw In youth's mirage; 'twas fairer far than this.

For youth's imagination knows no law, And soars to heights of future-coming bliss, In lands where gladness reigns eternally, Too bright, too beautiful, alas! to be.

XII.

For each his load of pain and woe must bear, And each must feel the weight of Sorrow's hand, And each will sometimes bow in deep despair, And 'neath his burden think he cannot stand.

But strength will come to each in time of need, For they whom grief destroys are few indeed.

XIII.

Thus youth's bright visions vanish all away, And nought remains save memory. And we Can calmly watch them thus dissolve, and say:-- "'Tis better thus; 'tis best they should not be."

For Time has shown us, in his onward flight, That all our visions were too grossly bright;

XIV.

That, had the dreams we cherished come to pa.s.s, We should not be the men that now we are; That what we saw through youth's bright distance-gla.s.s Was but a trinket s.h.i.+ning as a star; That selfish pleasure, with its gaudy gleams, Alone illumed the brightest of our dreams.

XV.

And we have learned that 'tis not all to be Self-seeking pleasure-hunters; higher far Are works of kindliness and charity Which we can do, whate'er our frailties are.

And we have learned that pain and sorrow, though Unwelcome guests, have each a work to do.

XVI.

And so we grieve or sorrow not to see Our visions melt away like Winter's snow; But rather thank we all our G.o.d that He Sent forth the edict that it should be so; And humbly bless, with grat.i.tude sincere, The hand that led us to a higher sphere.

XVII.

Farewell! thou vast and fertile prairie-land.

Farewell! Not long so dreary wilt thou be; Already man, with ever-busy hand, Is cultivating and enriching thee; And with the wealth of this, thy virgin soil, Thou well rewardest him for all his toil.

XVIII.

In cloudy height surrounding me, uprear The Rocky Mountains their uncounted heads.

And mountains, mountains only now appear, So thickly cl.u.s.tered that the sun but sheds Upon their highest peaks his morning light, While all below is hidden from his sight.

XIX.

Here rise their sky-aspiring pinnacles In barren ruggedness and majesty; While here some verdure-covered height instils An awe less dread by its fertility; And here again, a peak of snowy whiteness Relieves the gloom and shadow by its brightness.

XX.

Each one a thing of grandeur, each alone Inspiring fearsome wonder in my soul, What marvel that my being all is thrown Aghast in awe by this stupendous Whole?

What wonder that I stand in mute amaze, Dumfounded by the scene whereon I gaze?

XXI.

My G.o.d, how wonderful Thy works appear!

How mighty art Thou, and omnipotent!

Before Thee, bending low in reverent fear, I humbly bow. My human pride is bent.

Thou, Thou art G.o.d my awful Maker, I Am helpless in my weak humanity.

XXII.

I hear the Psalmist's words again,[H] and now Their fuller meaning bursts upon my soul; Thou madest all the earth and heaven, Thou Dost hold the mighty seas within control; These lofty heights were form'd by Thy right-hand; Thou formedst all--all bow to Thy command.

XXIII.

And what is man to Thee? He well may fall Before Thee wors.h.i.+pping, when thus he sees Thy vast creations. Weak indeed and small Doth man appear before such works as these.

In meek humility I bend my knee Before Thee. Lord, why thinkest Thou of me?

XXIV.

Yet why should all these wonders, thus arrayed Before me, more command my reverence Than man, the greatest creature G.o.d has made, And chiefest pledge of His omnipotence?

Before the man these wonders fade away, As pales the moon before the orb of day.

XXV.

For man is given a living, loving soul; Man lives as other works of G.o.d live not; He strives to reach a high and Heav'nly goal-- Incomparably higher is his lot.

G.o.d's greatest work, how fitly he should be The one which most adores His majesty.