Sonnet to Dr. Macvicar.

    Stay of the church and pillar of the state!
        Who alway did'st to wrong thy voice oppose,
        And strong hast striven corruption to expose,
    And, jealous ever for thy country's fate,
    Her virtues to preserve inviolate.
        Much to thy power the platform, pulpit owes,
        Thy pen has held the Right and quelled her foes:
    A man withal thou art, and truly great.
    And, true to thy convictions, firm thou hast
        In these last troublous times maintained thy stand,
    And boldly at thy post hast faced the blast,
        That threatens still the ship of state to strand,
    And shown thy resolution to the last
        To serve thy God, thy sovereign, and thy land.

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

November.

W. M. MacKeracher, Simple Poetry

Scene in the Trojan War.

W. M. MacKeracher, Simple Poetry

The New Old Story.

W. M. MacKeracher, Simple Poetry

A Shallow Stream.

W. M. MacKeracher, Simple Poetry

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Sonnet 63 To the high and mighty Prince, James, King of Scots

Not thy graue Counsells, nor thy Subiects loue,
Nor all that famous Scottish royaltie,
Or what thy soueraigne greatnes may approue,
Others in vaine doe but historifie,
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    In thee a King, shall seeke them selues to liue.

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Ecclesiastical Sonnets - Part III. - VIII - Acquittal Of The Bishops

A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent,
Shatters the air, and troubles tower and spire;
For Justice hath absolved the innocent,
And Tyranny is balked of her desire:
Up, down, the busy Thames, rapid as fire
Coursing a train of gunpowder it went,
And transport finds in every street a vent,
Till the whole City rings like one vast quire.
The Fathers urge the People to be still,
With outstretched hands and earnest speech in vain!
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An Ode To Englishmen.

I.

    I who have sung of love and lady bright
    And mirth and music and the world's delight,
    Behold! to-day, I sound a sterner note
    To move the minds of foemen when they fight.


II.

    Have I not said: There is no sweeter thing,
    And none diviner than the wedding-ring?
    And, all intent to make my meaning plain,
    Have I not kiss'd the lips of Love, the King?


III.

    Yea, this is so. But lo! to-day there comes
    The far-off sound of trumpets and of drums;
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IV.

    I must arraign each man; yea, all the host;
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Milton.

Say not that England ever kingless was:
'Twixt Charles and Charles two royal men appear, -
Cromwell, to give her health with arms and laws,
And Milton, thou, to speak out loud and clear
For freedom of man's conscience and the state,
For England and her deeds before the world,
And for the victims of religious hate
From Alpine summits pitilessly hurl'd.

Thou wast a Champion of Liberty:
In fair Italian cities thou had'st heard
Her voice upon the north wind summon thee,
And, like another Moses, had'st preferr'd
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