Change Should Breed Change

New doth the sun appear,
The mountains snows decay,
Crownd with frail flowers forth comes the baby year.
My soul, time posts away;
And thou yet in that frost
Which flower and fruit hath lost,
As if all here immortal were, dost stay.
For shame! thy powers awake,
Look to that Heaven which never night makes black,
And there at that immortal suns bright rays,
Deck thee with flowers which fear not rage of days!

William Henry Drummond

William Henry Drummond was a Canadian poet, best known for his humor-filled verse that captured the dialect and lifestyle of French Canadian habitants. Born on April 13, 1854, in Ireland, he immigrated to Canada during his childhood. Drummond pursued a career in medicine but garnered fame for his poetry, which was rich with character and wit. He passed away on April 6, 1907, leaving behind a cherished legacy in Canadian literature.

William Henry Drummond

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Five months ago the stream did flow,
The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
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Where none will track thee in this snow,
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Sweet Spring, thou turnst with all thy goodly train,
Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flowrs:
The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain,
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To-morrow! pipes the robin,
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        And one by one
My little lambs shall frolic
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        To-morrow be,
O Thou who weavest threads
        Of Destiny!

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