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                               THE FLAG

                            AND OTHER POEMS

                                 1918

                                  BY

                          AMY REDPATH RODDICK

                        (_All rights reserved_)

                               Montreal

                          JOHN DOUGALL & SON




CONTENTS.



                                  PAGE

THE BRITISH LANDS                    5

THE FLAG                             7

ENGLAND’S OLDEST COLONY              9

IN FORT-BOUND METZ                  11

THE CALM THAT COMES WITH YEARS      13

GOING WEST                          15

PERFECT IN THY PROMISE              18

ARMAGEDDON                          19

THE FAIRIES                         20

THE SOLDIERS                        21

NO TEARS                            22

“MON REPOS”                         22

“AS WE FORGIVE”                     23

THE CREW                            24

IN A TRAIN                          25

THE BALLAD OF A BUGABOO             26

OUR ART                             31

ON READING SOME IMAGIST VERSES      33

THE MIND OF THE MYSTIC              34

A MONTREAL LULLABY                  35

L’ESPERANCE                         36

MY LAKE                             37

A SCIENTIFIC PUZZLE                 38

THE GOOD OLD DAYS                   40

AT LENNOX                           41

THE FLOWER OF TRUE HAPPINESS        42

THE MOUNTAIN TOP                                                      44

CHARITY                                                               46




THE BRITISH LANDS.


    The tie that binds the British lands
      Is never spun of tyrant’s might;
    Of fair replies to just demands,
      Of compromise whenever right
    Is spun the fibre of its strands,
      A mighty Empire to unite.

    A symbol is our gracious King
      Of British unity of heart,
    A simple man to whom we cling,
      Of all good men the counterpart.
    We sing to God to “Save the King,”
      And mean thereby ourselves in part.

    The people of the British lands
      Are masters of their future fate,
    By effort of their mind and hands
      They glorify their Empire State,
    And, as the bud of thought expands,
      Can make new laws by calm debate.

    The British Empire, may it be
      The nucleus of that larger league,
    Uniting every land and sea,
      Eschewing wars and false intrigue,
    May common sense and kindness be
      The crowning glory of that league!




THE FLAG.


    Canada! where is thy flag,
      Welding race and race together?
    Union Jack, that wondrous rag,
      Dear to those who’ve trod the heather,
    Dear to those who love the rose,
      Blending Irish cross and nation
    With the crosses of old foes
      In a just and fair relation,
    Bears no emblem of the men,
      First to cross the stormy ocean,
    Bringing faith and plough and pen,
      First to know with deep emotion,
    Canada! thy name, as home.
      True, provincial arms commingle
    On thy flag o’er ships that roam;
      In their stead an emblem single,
    Maple leaf of golden hue,
      Would announce to all more proudly
    Whence thy ships their anchors drew;
      Would announce to all more loudly,
    Canada! thy nation’s life;
      And on land, when bells are ringing
    To acclaim the end of strife,
      When with joy each heart is singing;
    Canada! is this thy flag?
      Welding race and race together,
    Waving from each roof and crag,
      East and West, one nation ever!




ENGLAND’S OLDEST COLONY.


    [A]Newfoundland is proud to be
    England’s oldest colony!
    Loving her dear motherland,
    By her side she takes her stand,
    Devon, Scotch and Irish stock,
    Sturdy as their seagirt rock,
    Leave their homes and leave their boats,
    Don the kh