CANADIAN BALLADS,

AND

OCCASIONAL VERSES.

By Thomas D’Arcy McGee


 

CONSOLATION.



I.
 


Men seek for treasure in the earth,
   Wher I have buried mine,
There never mortal eye shall pierce,
   Nor star nor lamp shall shine!
We know, my love, oh! well we know,

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       The secret treasure spot,
Yet must our tears forever fall,
       Because that they are not.


II.
 


How gladly would we give to light
       The ivory forehead fair—

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The eye of heavenly beaming blue,
       The clust’ring chesnut hair—
Yet look around this mournful scene
       Of daily earthly life,
And could you wish them back to share

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       Its sorrow and its strife? [Page 71]


III.
 


If blessed Angels stray to Earth,
       And seek in vain a shrine,
They needs must back return again
       Unto their source divine:

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All life obeys the unchanging law
       Of Him who took and gave,
We count a glorious saint in heaven
       For each child in the grave.


IV.
 


Look up, my love, look up, afar,

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       And dry each bitter tear,
Behold three white-robed Innocents
       At Heaven’s high gate appear!
For you and me and those we love,
       They smilingly await,

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God grant we may be fit to join
       Those Angels of the Gate. [Page 72]