Dear Mother, take this English posy, culled. In alien fields beyond the severing sea: Take it in memory of the boy you lulled One chill Canadian winter on your knee. Its flowers are but chance friends of after years, Whose very names my childhood hardly knew; And even today far sweeter in my ears Ring older names unheard long seasons through.…
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