The White Comrade The Awakening The Hearts of Mothers Soul of the Earth I used to Wear a Gown of Green The Departure So this green land is England! Her we saw Radiant and smiling in our early dreams, A land by love dream-haunted. Now we come With stranger vision than our youth could give To the great shelter of her mighty arms. We come from battles bitter and long fought To see the stars shining on village streets And watch a country in midsummer calm-- A soft land, lying August-clad but chill, Dull to Canadian eyes that know the sun As it stalks red across an azure sky. And as we limp about and smoke, play cards, And wait impatient to be off again, Som…
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