English: Identifier: shrinesoldnewoth00farmuoft

Title: Shrines old and new, and other poems Year: 1913 (1910s) Authors: Farmer, Thomas Devey Jermyn Subjects: Publisher: Toronto W. Briggs Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

View Book Page: Book Viewer About This Book: Catalog Entry View All Images: All Images From Book

Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image: , devoid of strife, Dissension or decay. Thankful to-day thy people are. And should they not have cause ?For King and Flag, for Hopes bright star. For just and equal laws;For family ties and bright, clear skies. For sun and rain and flower,For Word of Truth, for glorious Youth, And charm of Manhoods power. Winnipeg^ Empire Day, igii. 195 SHRINES OLD AND NEW MILAN CATHEDRAL. Midway between the terrace and the crestOf this rare marble pile, I saw there, hung,A figure which I noticed most among The many—Christ asleep on Marys breast. And there some pigeons had contrived a nest,Tho poor and frail the hold by which it hung;And fed and guarded well their callow young, And warded off th intrusions of the rest; And as I watched them there a passing thoughtOf grandeur, mingled with humility. Came flooding oer this sordid heart of mine: How the great Author of all Love had broughtThose gentle birds to nestle near the knee Of that Blessd Mother, with her Child Divine. Milan, March 6, 1912. 196

Text Appearing After Image: In a choicer spot Sleeps the great heart of Shelley, shadowd oer With darkning cjpress (See page 154.) ODE TO SPRING ODE TO SPRING. Hail! Season of soft winds and budding flowers, Dispeller of fierce winters frigid bounds,Come with thy pleasant germinating showers. Greening the gardens and the meadow grounds;Hark! thro the pines, in cadence sweet, I hear The music of thine advent, waited long,And on the air I catch the whispering Of the approaching summer. Birds in songOver the plowmans head pipe far and near.New emerald tints on field and tree appear. And herald all around thy birth, O Spring. See! in the orchard and the scented wood. Sure tokens of thy coming everywhere,The gnarled old apple white against has stood. And whitened there thro many a yester-year;And playing children lift their hands and reach Bunches of fleecy cherry bloom and plum.And fright the bees from out the blossoming Of the immaculate pink-tinted peach.Yes! mid this drowsy ceaseless insect hum,In joyous ecstasy

Note About Images

Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original work.