Summer.

    O come, unpack the heart of care!
        Kingcups sun the meadows o'er,
    The yellowbugle sudden blows
    By the river's tidal flows,
                And the heavens are bare.

    Room, room, and open sky,
        River or brook or lake hard by,
    Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover,
    Bobolinks, meadowlarks - these love I!
                Whiskodink!


    Sail, swallows, sail this emerald sea
        Waving to the west wind's breath!
    Earth has few other fields like these,
    Sweet of sun and tidal breeze,
                And the droning bee.

    Room, room, and open sky,
    River or brook or lake hard by,
        Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover,
    Bobolinks, meadowlarks - these love I!
                Bobolink!

    And now the white clouds sail along,
        Azure-domed and idle free!
    The air is lush with honeyed blooms,
    Flashing go the summer's looms,
                List her cheery song:


    Room, room, and open sky,
    River or brook or lake hard by,
        Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover,
    Bobolinks, meadowlarks - these love I!
                Whiskodink!

Theodore Harding Rand

Theodore Harding Rand was a Canadian educator, poet, and the first chief superintendent of education for New Brunswick, and later Nova Scotia. Born on February 8, 1835, in Carleton County, New Brunswick, Rand had a profound influence on the educational systems in both provinces. He was also a noted poet, contributing significantly to Canadian literature in the 19th century. He passed away on May 29, 1900.

Theodore Harding Rand

The Wind.

Theodore Harding Rand, Simple Poetry

The Crystal Spring.

Theodore Harding Rand, Simple Poetry

The Whitethroat.

Theodore Harding Rand, Simple Poetry

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Hang out your loveliest star, O Night! O Night!
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I

How thick the grass,
    How green the shade -
All for love
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Wood-lilies white
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See how the sun-god
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With burning kisses
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Fills her young womb
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And all the world
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A blue sky
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