Lines written in an Album.

    With beauty and grace that greet the eye,
        How pleasing 'tis to trace,
    Within, the beauty of holiness, -
        That higher, heavenly grace!

W. M. MacKeracher

W. M. MacKeracher was a poet known for his contributions to Canadian literature during the early 20th century. His works often focused on themes of nature, human emotion, and the simplicity of rural life. Though not as widely known as some of his contemporaries, MacKeracher's poetry has been appreciated for its lyrical quality and depth. Much of his work was published in regional journals and anthologies, capturing the essence of Canadian landscapes and the human experience within them. His exact birth and death dates remain obscure.

W. M. MacKeracher

Study In Solitude.

W. M. MacKeracher, Simple Poetry

Idleness.

W. M. MacKeracher, Simple Poetry

November Sunshine.

W. M. MacKeracher, Simple Poetry

Autumn.

W. M. MacKeracher, Simple Poetry

English

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Lines For An Album

I would not trace the hackneyed phrase
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