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Far
Horizons
by
Bliss Carman
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VICTORIA
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WHERE
the traveller looks from Saanich,
Fair is the sight he sees,
A gracious imperial city
Guarding the gates of the seas,
With a robe of golden English broom
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| Spreading
about her knees.
Lovely, with old-world leisure
Gracing her modest state,
In youthful pride of dominion
She sits by the Western gate,
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Watching
the liners come and go
Through Juan de Fuca Strait.
She is crowned with ivy and laurel
Fresh with an ageless spring;
Tales of the East and news of the North
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Her
sheltered sea-lanes bring;
And all her beauteous days go by,
Soft as a gray gull’s wing.
Child of the strong adventure,
Bred to the clean and fine,
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With
touch of the velvet tropics
And eyes with the Northern shine,
Never to be forgotten—
Last of the Sea-Kings’ line.
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