<h3 id="From_the_Trenches">From the Trenches</h3>
<p>OH, to be in Canada now that Spring is merry,<br/>
Happy apple blossoms gay against the smiling green;<br/>
Here the lilac’s purple plume and here the pink of cherry,<br/>
Hillsides just a drift of bloom with clover in between!</p>
<p>Oh, to be in Canada! there’s a road that rambles<br/>
Through a leafing maple-wood and up a windy hill,<br/>
Velvet pussy-willows press soft hands amid the brambles<br/>
Fringing round a sky-filled pool where cattle drink their fill.</p>
<p>Oh, to be in Canada! there’s a farmhouse hidden<br/>
Where the hollow meets the hill and Spring’s first footsteps show—<br/>
Not a drop of honey there to any bee forbidden,<br/>
Not a cherry on a tree but all the robins know!</p>
<p>Oh, to be in Canada, now that Spring is calling<br/>
Sweet, so sweet it breaks the heart to let its sweetness through,<br/><!-- Page 126 -->
Oh, to breast the windy hill while yet the dew is falling—<br/>
Waking all the meadow-larks to carol in the blue!</p>
<p>Smile upon us, Canada! None shall fail who love you<br/>
While they hold a memory of your fields where flowers are—<br/>
High the task to keep unstained the skies that bend above you,<br/>
Proud the life that shields you from the flaming wind of war!</p>
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