Veni, Vidi, Victus sum.

    to -----.

    Hither led by fancy's hand,
    Once again I seem to stand
    In that hall in which this eye,
    Blind before to beauty's ray,
    Lighted up in ecstasy
    Instantly it gazed on thee;
    Here too was it where this heart,
    Previous proof to Cupid's dart,
    In thy presence trembled, fell;
    Fearful, fluttered 'neath thy spell;
    All so sudden, so complete,
    Chronicled in words 'twere meet
    Such as Cæsar's famous three,
    Which will well apply to me,
    If the classic clause become, -
    Veni, vidi, victus sum.

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

On Moving Into A New House.

W. M. MacKeracher, Simple Poetry

The People's Response To Heroism.

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A Summer Evening Scene in Chateauguay

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Tim O'Gallagher.

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