Poems by John Campbell

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From our Dominion never
Ah! must we part, my darling?
"Are hearts here strong enough to found
We stood, as the helmeted horsemen
Lo, a castle, tall, lake-mirrored,
"Did earth ever see
Spake one upon the vessel's prow, before
Oh, dear to old Dunolly's heart
Oft the savage Tale in telling
(From The Gaelic)
Does death cleanse the stains of the spirit
(Translated From The Gaelic. Taken down in Gaelic by Dewar.)
Is it Man alone who merits
Part I.
Yon vale among the mountains,
Cherry bloom and green buds bursting
A ceaseless, awful, falling sea, whose sound
With their deep voice, monotonous and slow,
Among white peaks a rock, hewn altar-wise,
[This Province was called after the Princess, one of whose Christian names is Alberta.]
Best beloved of ancient stories
A moment's pause before we play our parts,
O fortress city, bathed by streams
Wet, cheerless was our bivouac last eve, but still we spoke
Grey-cowled monk, whose faith so earnest
[Note: The Gaelic spelt as by Dewar.]
Here Rose and Magnolia
Not home to land and kindred wast thou brought,
Morning, lighting all the prairies,
An ancient cannon, finely cast.
[Taken from "Leabhar na Feinne," and a prose version written down from oral recitation by J. Dewar.]
For strife against the ocean tribe
Now of the hard strait of the Feinne this legend's verse shall tell:
Look not for me at eventide,
"They sow in tears who reap in joy,"
Bright are the countless isles which crest
A brother's eye had seen the grief
Colin, Chief of Diarmid's kin,
The Noon-Sun prayed a prairie rose
[Manitoba, Assiniboia, Saskatchewan, Athabasca, Alberta, and British Columbia.]
There's a warrior hunting o'er prairie and hill,
In the vapour and haze on the ocean,
For a while the salt brine leaves me
Milicete Legend Of The OuangondÉ, Or River St. John.
Away to the west! Westward ho! Westward ho!