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Alice I need not tell you that the Art	A
That copies Nature even at its best	B
Is but the echo of a splendid tone	C
Or like the answer of a little child	D
To the deep question of some frosted sage	E
For Nature in her grand magnificence	F
Compared to Art must ever raise her head	G
Beyond the cognizance of human minds	F
This is the spirit merely that the soul	H
We watch her passing like some gentle dream	I
And catch sweet glimpses of her perfect face	F
We see the flashing of her gorgeous robes	F
And if her mantle ever falls at all	J
How few Elishas wear it sacredly	J
As if it were a valued gift from heaven	K
God has created we but re create	L
According to the temper of our minds	F
According to the grace He has bequeathed	M
According to the uses we have made	N
Of His good pleasure given unto us	F
And so I love my art chiefly because	F
Through it I rev'rence Nature and improve	O
The tone and tenor of the mind He gave	P
God sends a Gift we crown it with high Art	A
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And make it worthy the bestower when	Q
The talent is not hidden in the dust	R
Of pampered negligence and venial sin	S
But put to studious use that it may work	T
The end and aim for which it was bestowed	U
All Good is God's all Love and Truth are His	F
We are His workers and we dare not plead	V
But that He gave us largely of all these	F
Demanding a discreet return that when	Q
The page of life is written to its close	F
It may receive the seal and autograph	W
Of His good pleasure the right royal sign	X
And signet of approval to the end	Y
That we were worthy of the gift divine	X
And through it praised the Great Artificer	Z
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In my long rambles through Orillian woods	F
Out on the ever changing Couchiching	T
By the rough margin of the Lake St John	A2
Down the steep Severn where the artist sun	K
In dainty dalliance with the blushing stream	I
Transcribes each tree branch leaf and rock and flower	Z
Perfect in shape and colour clear distinct	B2
With all the panoramic change of sky	T
Even as Youth's bright river toying with	C2
The fairy craft where Inexperience dreams	F
And subtle Fancy builds its airy halls	F
In blest imagination pictures most	D2
Of bright or lovely that adorn life's banks	F
With the blue vault of heaven over all	J
On that serene and wizard afternoon	E2
As hunters chase the wild and timid deer	Z
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We chased the quiet of Medonte's shades	F
Through the green windings of the forest road	U
Past Nature's venerable rank and file	J
Of primal woods her Old Guard sylvan plumed	U
The far off Huron like a silver thread	U
The clue to some enchanted labyrinth	F2
Dimly perceived beyond the stretch of woods	F
Th' approaches tinted by a purple haze	F
And softened into beauty like the dream	I
Of some rapt seer's Apocalyptic mood	U
And when at Rockridge we sat looking out	U
Upon the softened shadows of the night	U
And the wild glory of the throbbing stars	F
Where'er we bent our Eden tinted way	G2
My brain was a weird wilderness of Thought	U
My heart love's sea of passion tossed and torn	H2
Calmed by the presence of the loving souls	F
By whom I was surrounded All the while	J
They deemed me passing tame and wondered when	Q
My dreamy castle would come toppling down	I2
I was but driving back the aching past	U
And mirroring the future And these leaves	F
Of meditation are but perfumes from	J2
The censer of my feelings honied drops	F
Wrung from the busy hives of heart and brain	K2
Mere etchings of the artist grains of sand	U
From the calm shores of that unsounded deep	L2
Of speculation where all thought is lost	U
Amid the realms of Nature and of God	U

Charles Sangster

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