Poems by Wilfred S. Skeats
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From afar, in the dead of night,
'Tis Christmas day; the bells ring out
Dear little Ethel,
To Thee, whose cheering words have urged me on
A Response to "Courage," by Celia Thaxter.
I know a maiden, scarce thirteen,
Silent yet fiercely the battle is raging;
Canada, the time approaches,
CANTO THE FIRST.
(In imitation of A. Lindsay Gordon.)
So you think you will be a Scotch lassie;
When the path of my life
I.
You wrong me, Kate, you wrong me