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Title: In a Belgian Garden, and Other Poems

Author: Frank Oliver Call

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IN A BELGIAN GARDEN

AND OTHER POEMS

BY

F. O. CALL

LONDON

ERSKINE MACDONALD, LTD.

MCMXVII

TO

E. H. G.

THE BEST OF FRIENDS

THIS LITTLE BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED

Author's Note

Many of the poems in this volume have appeared before in various publications and I wish to thank the editors of the "Canadian Magazine," the "University Magazine," the "Westminster," the "Canada West," and other periodicals for permission to reprint these verses.

F. O. C.

BISHOP'S COLLEGE,

LENNOXVILLE, CANADA.

Contents

INTRODUCTION

IN A BELGIAN GARDEN

A LINCOLNSHIRE MAIDEN

HIDDEN TREASURE

A RIVER SUNSET

THE MADONNA

AN IDOL IN A SHOP WINDOW

THROUGH A LONG CLOISTER

THE CHAMBLY RAPID

THE SNOWDRIFT

ON MOUNT ROYAL

THE VISION

A YEAR AGO

ETERNITY

THE OLD SCHOOL BELL

ON A SWISS MOUNTAIN

RHEIMS

THE MYSTIC

A SONG OF THE HOMELAND

THE FROZEN BROOK

THE INDIFFERENT ONES

IN A FOREST

THE SHIPS OF MEMORY

THE OBELISK

THE PARTING WAYS

CALVARY

THE GOLDEN BOWL

THE LACE-MAKER OF BRUGES

Introduction

Most of the poems contained in this collection are of recent date, though their author—who is at present Professor of Modern Languages at Bishop's College, Quebec—has written verse from his childhood. He is the first Canadian writer to be included in this series, and is as affectionately loyal to the Motherland as to his native country, as may be gathered from his "Song of the Homeland." His verse has already earned a considerable reputation in Canada, in whose Press much of it has appeared. Educated at Stanstead College, he took his degree at the University where he now lectures, and has also studied in Paris, Marburg and Switzerland. Several of his poems are concerned with the sorrow and the ravished beauty of Belgium: a circumstance not surprising, as he has travelled much in that country, as well as in France, Switzerland and Italy. A lover of country life and a disciple of the cult of the open road, he revels in the joys of camping and canoeing, as one of his poems, "Hidden Treasure," bears witness. In this little book, and more especially in the "Song of the Homeland," he shows us the maple leaf entwined, strongly as ever, with the English rose of the Mother country.

S. GERTRUDE FORD.

In a Belgian Garden

Once in a Belgian garden,

(Ah, many months ago!)

I saw like pale Madonnas

The tall white lilies blow.

Great poplars swayed and trembled

Afar against the sky,

And green with flags and rushes

The river wandered by.

Amid the waving wheatfields

Glowed poppies blazing red,

And showering strange wild music

A lark rose overhead.

*****

The lark has ceased his singing,

The wheat is trodden low,

And in the blood-stained garden

No more the lilies blow.

And where green poplars trembled

Stand shattered trunks instead,

And lines of small white crosses

Keep guard above the dead.

For here brave lads and noble,

From lands beyond the deep,

Beneath the small white crosses

Have laid them down to sleep.

They laid them down with gladness

Upon the alien plain,

That this same Belgian garden

Might bud and bloom again.

A Lincolnshire Maiden

Long the eastern beaches,

Where brown the seaweed grows,

And over broad salt meadows,

The green tide ebbs and flows.

Above the low-roofed houses,

Two ancient towers rise,

And stand like giant druids,

Against the wind-swept skies.

Through mist or rain or sunshine,

Their prows festooned with foam,

The fishing-boats go outward

Or laden, turn them home.

She watches by the window,

And tearless are her eyes;

She sees not church or tower,

Or sea or wind-swept skies.

She sees not tide or tempest,

Or sun or mist or rain;

Afar her spirit wanders

Upon the Belgian plain.

Where over shell-scarred cities

The mad, red tempest raves,

And poplars sigh and shudder

Above unnumbered graves.

Hidden Treasure

Sun-browned boy with the wondering eyes,

Do you see the blue of the summer skies?

Do you hear the song of the drowsy stream,

As it winds by the shore where the birches gleam?

Then come, come away

From the shadowy bay,

And we'll drift with the stream where the rapids play;

For we are two pirates, fierce and bold,

And we'll capture the hoard of the morning's gold.

A roving craft is our red canoe,

O pirate chief with the eyes of blue;

So hoist your flag with the skull on high,

And out we'll sail where the treasures lie.

For in days of old

Came pirates bold,

a Spanish galleon's captured gold;

And their boat was wrecked on the river strand

And its treasures strewn on the silver sand.

Now steady all as we dash along,

The rapids are swift but our paddles are strong;

And soon we'll drift with the water's flow

Where the treasure lies hid in the shallows below,

Oh, cool and dim,

'Neath its foam-flecked brim,

Is the pool where the swallows dip and skim;

So we'll plunge by the prow of our red canoe

For the treasure that lies in the quivering blue.

Now home once more to the shadowy bay,

For we've captured the gold of the summer's day,

And emeralds green from the banks along,

And the silver bars of the white-throat's song.

No pirates bore

Such a glittering store

From the treasure ships of the days of yore,

As the spoils we have won on the shining stream,

While we drifted along in a golden dream.

A River Sunset

Red sunlight fades from wood and town,

The western sky is crimson-dyed,

Gaunt shadow-ships drift silent down

Upon the river's gleaming tide.

The hills' clear outlines melt away

Or veil themselves in purple light,

And burning thoughts that vexed the day

Become fair visions of the night.

The Madonna

She shivered and crouched in the immigrant shed

In the midst of the surging crowd;

Her hands were warped with the years of toil,

And her young form bent and bowed.

Her eyes looked forth with a frightened glance

At the throng that round her pressed;

But her face was the face of the Mother of God

As she looked at the babe on her breast.

An Idol in a Shop Window

Old Lohan peers through the dusty glass,

From a jumble of curios quaint and rare;

And he watches the hurrying crowds that pass

The whole day long, through the ancient square.

Wrapped in his robe of gold and jade,

Here by the window he patiently waits

For the sound that the gongs and the conches made,

In the days of old at the temple gates.

He heaves no sighs and he sheds no tears,

For his heart is bronze, and he does not know

That his temple has been for a thousand years

But a mound of dust where the bamboos grow.

So here he sits through the nights and days,

And the sun goes up and down the sky;

But he often looks with a wistful gaze

At the crowds that always pass him by.

And his eyes half closed in a mystic dream

Of his poppy-land of long ago,

Turn back to the shores of the sacred stream

And the kneeling throng he used to know.

But he sometimes smiles as he sees the crowd

Of human folk that pass him by;

Then he wraps himself in his mystic shroud,—

And the sun once more goes down the sky.

Through a Long Cloister

Through a long cloister where the gloom of night

Lingers in sombre silence all the day,

Across worn pavements crumbling to decay

We wandered, blindly groping for the light.

A door swung wide, and splendour infinite

Streamed through the painted glass, and drove away

The lingering gloom from choir, nave and bay,

And a great minster's glory met our sight.

Blindly along life's cloister do we grope,

We seek a gate that leads to life immortal,

We see it loom before us dim and vast,

And doubt's dark shadows veil the light of hope:

When lo, Death's hand flings wide the sombre portal,

And light unfading meets our gaze at last.

The Chambly Rapid

There's a spirit in the rapid, calling, calling through the night,

There's a gleam upon the water, burning pale and burning bright.

Woe to him who hears the calling! Woe to him who sees the light!

My son and I had left St. Jean,

Our paddles dipping in the blue,

And many miles to north had gone

Along the silent Richelieu;

The night came down, we thought of rest;

A threatening cloud hung in the west.

No warning sound the river made

Save for the rapid's muffled roar,

As 'neath the pine-trees' deepening shade

We camped upon that luckless shore;

No sound the night-wind bore to me

Save one weird echo from Chambly.

The night grew dark and darker still,

The pale-faced moon was hid from sight,

When o'er the waters black and chill

We saw a ghastly, gleaming light,—-

A fitful fire, pale and blue,

That burned my inmost spirit through.

And like some baleful gleaming eye

It shone beneath night's heavy pall;

Then high above the loon's lone cry

Afar we heard the spirit call;

It called us from the other shore.

Ah, Jean will never hear it more!

I could not seize or hold him back,

For while the light burned pale and blue,

A heavy hand from out the black

Held me beside my own canoe,

And ere I stirred, the other barque

Had silent sped into the dark.

Adown the river's drifting tide

To where the wild, mad rapids run,

Past pine-trees towering on each side

His frail canoe had drifted on;

He did not look to left or right

But gazed upon that hell-born light.

And ever swifter with the flow

He drifted where the rapids play,

His eyes still on that awful glow;

Ah, God! my life seemed snatched away!

I saw a gleam far up the sky

And heard the echo of a cry.

There's a spirit in the rapid, calling, calling through the night,

There's a gleam upon the water, burning pale and burning bright.

Woe to him who hears the calling! Woe to him who sees the light!

The Snowdrift

The snowflakes fell on a mountain peak,

Where the rocks were bare and the winds were bleak,

And at first they clung to the mountain's breast,

But soon they fell from its lofty crest,

And stained and soiled was the new-born snow

When it reached the valley far down below.

But up on the height one drift alone

Still firmly clung to the rugged stone,

And men in the gloomy vale below

Looked up and gazed on the shining snow,

And their darkened souls drank in the light

From the gleaming snow on the mountain height.

Unstained by the grime of the earthly vale,

Its white breast firm in the strongest gale,

It bravely clung to its lofty height

And gleamed afar with its glorious light,

Till kissed by the sun and the summer rain,

It rose in mist to the skies again.

On Mount Royal

I climb its sides when the day grows old

And its mighty shadow falls deep and wide,

And over the gleam of the sunset's gold

The darkness creeps like a rising tide;

And higher and higher up rocky height,

Past oaks that are gnarled by the winter's blast,

I climb till a marvellous vision of light

Breaks forth on my wondering sight at last.

Dome and spire of house of prayer,

Convent cloister gloomy and gray,

Street and market and bridge lie there

In the golden gleam of the dying day.

Yet here on the silent mountain crest

There echoes a moan and a smothered roar

From the tide of life in its strange unrest,

As it beats below on a barren shore.

The Vision

A vision came unto a saint of old

Of a fair city by a crystal stream,

Its gates of pearl, its streets of shining gold,—

Barbaric splendours of a mystic's dream.

There upon floating wings the white-robed throng

No man can number chant in endless song;

Across the tideless sea no shadow falls

To dim the glory of the sapphire walls,

Or mar the splendour of the throne-crowned height.

Ah love, the mystic's vision wakes to-night,

With all its glittering show and kingly pride,

No longing in a heart unsatisfied.

But oh, to walk with thee the river shore

As in the days gone by, the gold strewn o'er

The strand of primrose bloom, the water's flow,

Mingled with thy sweet voice in music low,

The angel song; to touch my lips to thine,

To hear the whispering of thy heart to mine,

And burning with a fire that never dies,

To see once more the love-light in thine eyes.

Ah, dim those far celestial splendours burn,

Gray grow the sapphire walls and gold-strewn ways

Before the vision of thy love's return

With all the unuttered joys of bygone days.

A Year Ago

The waters of the river gleamed as brightly

And murmured with the same untiring flow,

The branches of the birches tossed as lightly,

Among them sang the breeze as soft and low,

A year ago.

We sat beneath the white-stemmed birches bending

To reach the gurgling waters of the bay,

We saw the boats their courses seaward wending,

And earth seemed fair,—before us life's long day,

Night far away.

But often clouds would veil the sunlight over,

A moment cast a shadow and float by;

So stealthily above our hearts would hover

Sad thoughts to pause a moment, pass and die,

We knew not why.

We heeded not the moaning of the river,

Nor did the wind a whispered message bring;

Ah, now I know they murmured—part forever!

For that dull gloom above us hovering,

Was Death's dark wing.

Eternity

Eternity thou dark unbounded sea,

Upon whose tide we drift into the night,

One moment let us with our mortal sight

Pierce through the fogs and know thy mystery.

Voiceless thou art and voiceless wilt thou be,

Across thy still, cold deeps there comes no light,

While age and æon or a moment's flight

Pass on as one and vanish lost in thee.

Yet onward driven must our frail barques go,

Though through the night no beacon gleams afar,

And storm-clouds hide the steadfast guiding-star;

The purpose of our wandering and our woe,

A tide that wafts to some safe harbour bar,

O God, that we might know, might only know!

The Old School Bell

I can hear it calling, calling, sounding on the morning breeze,

As so often I have heard it call before,

And its ringing thrills my spirit as the wind the whispering trees,

But alas, I know for me it calls no more.

Ah, how sweet the memory lingers!

Though old Time's relentless fingers

Oft have turned the glass while flowed the sands away,

Yet I'd give the dearest treasure

Hardly gained from Fortune's measure,

Could I be a boy again for one short day.

I can see the gleaming river 'mid the willows winding blue,

I can hear the schoolboys shouting by the shore,

Then the bell begins its calling, echoing the valley through,

And the schoolboys turn toward the chapel door:

Laggard footsteps, scarcely creeping,

To the bell's low tolling keeping

Measured tread, as oft before my own have done;

Ah, the longing ceasing never

For a part in life's endeavour,

And to-day I count the gains that I have won!

I can hear it calling, calling, though its tongue no longer swings,

For within my heart its notes are ringing free,

As with silent step before me, Memory the old scene brings

And I think the old bell's voice is calling me.

Then I see the old loved faces

Grouped about their wonted places,

As the boyish voices chant their song of praise;

Gone all thought of joy or sorrow,

Loss to-day or gain to-morrow,

And I live again the life of other days.

On a Swiss Mountain

Lad, the mighty hills are calling,

Hills of promise gleaming bright,

And the floods of sunshine falling

Fill their deepest vales with light.

There the young dawn's golden fire

Beckons to a brighter day,

Untrod paths of youths' desire,

Heights unconquered far away.

Steep and dark and spectre-haunted

Winds the pathway to the height;

Sturdy youth with heart undaunted

Deems the toiling short and light.

Short or long, an easy Master,

Gives each tired toiler rest,

Counts not failure or disaster

If the striving be the best.

Go lad, go, 'tis Life that calls you,

Mates of old must soothe their pain,

Mindless of whate'er befalls you

If but honour still remain.

Rheims

In royal splendour rose the house of prayer,

Its mystic gloom arched over by the flight

Of soaring vault; above the nave's dim night

Rich gleamed the painted windows wondrous fair.

Sweet chimes and chanting mingled in the air;

Blue clouds of incense dimmed the vaulted height;

And on the altar, like a beacon light,

The gold cross glittered in the candles' glare.

To-day no bells, no choirs, no incense cloud,

For thou, O Rheims, art prey of evil powers;

But with a voice a thousand times more loud

Than siege-guns echoing round thy shattered towers,

Do thy mute bells to all the world proclaim

Thy martyred glory and thy foeman's shame.

The Mystic

The mystic sits by the sacred stream

Watching the sun as it mounts the sky;

And life to him is a haunting dream

Or a dim, weird pageant passing by.

Sorrow and joy go on their way,

Passion and lust and love and hate;

Only a band of mummers they,

Blindly led by the hand of fate.

Though the pageant is real, himself the dream,

Though men are born and strive and die,

Yet the mystic sits by the sacred stream

Watching the sun go down the sky.

A Song of the Homeland

I'll sing you a song of the Homeland,

Though the strains be of little worth,

A song of our own loved Homeland,

Of the noblest land upon earth;

Where the tide of the sea from oceans three

Beats high in its triple might,

Where the winds are born in a southern morn

And die in a polar night.

I'll sing you a song of the Eastland,

Of the land where our fathers died,

Where Saxon and Frank, their feuds long dead,

Are sleeping side by side;

Where their sons still toil on the hard-won soil

Of the mighty river plain,

Where the censer swings and the Angelus rings,

And the old faith lives again.

I'll sing you a song of the Westland

Where the magic cities rise,

And the prairies clothed with their golden grain

Stretch under the azure skies;

Where the mountains grim in the clouds grow dim

Far north in the arctic land,

And the northern light in its mystic flight

Flares over the golden strand.

And I'll sing of the men of the Homeland

From the north and east and west,

The men that go to the Homeland's call,

(Ah, God we have given our best!)

But not in vain are our heroes slain

If under the darkened skies,

All hand in hand from strand to strand

A sin-purged nation rise.

The Frozen Brook

The winter woods lie gray and still

Beneath the dreary sunless skies,

The brook that rippled down the hill

In summer hours, all silent lies.

And though its breast by ice is bound,

By bending low and listening long,

I hear a faint and far-off sound—

The echo of a summer song.

O weary heart, though cold and drear

The days along thy pathway seem,

To Nature's breast bend low thine ear

And listen to its pulsing stream.

The Indifferent Ones

Unmoved they sit by the stream of life

And its blood-red tide to the sea goes down,

While the hosts are borne through the surging strife

To a hero's death and a martyr's crown.

They pay no toll of their gold or blood;

For them 'tis a pageant and naught beside;

So they calmly dream by the reeking flood,

While the sun goes down in the crimson tide.

In a Forest

Silver birch and dusky pine,

Reaching up to find the light

From the forest's gloomy night,

From the thicket where entwine

Stunted shrub and creeping vine,

From the damp where witch-fire glows

And the poison fungus grows,

High you lift your heads, O trees,

To the kisses of the breeze,

To the far-off sapphire sky,

To the clouds that pass you by,

To the sun that shines on high.

From the dusk of earthly night

Strive, O soul, to reach the light.

The Ships of Memory

The silent ships of memory creep

Across the seas of long ago;

Like phantoms, on a tideless deep,

Their pale prows wander to and fro.

Some bear the dreams of happy years

Or bring a cargo all of gold;

Some bear a freight of useless tears,

For love and sorrow long untold.

And each man takes the proffered dower

For golden grain or bitter loss;

O, happy he that hath the power

To take the gold and leave the dross.

The Obelisk

(Place de la Concorde, Paris)

There rise the palace walls as fair to-day,

As when with arms and banners gleaming bright,

The pageantry of royal pomp and might

Passed through the guarded gates and went its way.

The blue, translucent beams of morning play

On arch triumphal, veiled in silver light;

And here, where blind, red fury reached its height,

An ancient column rises grim and gray.

Slumbering in mystic sleep it seems to be,

And dreaming dreams of Egypt long ago,

Unmindful of the ceaseless ebb and flow

About its feet of life's unresting sea;

But 'mid the roar, I hear it murmur low:

Poor fools, they know not all is vanity!

The Parting Ways

We trod together pleasant ways;

The earth was fair and blue the sky;

Clear were the nights and bright the days

And life was joy, for you were nigh.

To-day the road looks steep and grim,

And shadows fall on every side,

The sun grows strangely blurred and dim—

For in this place our paths divide.

Calvary

The women stood and watched while thick, black night

Enclosed the awful tragedy. Afar

Three crosses stood, against a single bar

Of crimson-glowing, black-encircled light.

No hint of Easter dawn. In all the height

Of that dark heaven, not a single star

To whisper;—Love and Life the victors are.

It seemed to them that wrong had conquered right.

O ye who watch and wait, the night is long.

A curtain of spun fire and woven gloom

Across the mighty tragedy is drawn.

But soon your ears shall hear a triumph song,

And golden light shall touch each sacred tomb,

And voices shout at last—The Dawn! The Dawn!

The Golden Bowl

On seeing a picture of a boy gazing at a golden bowl,

which, among Eastern nations, was a symbol of life.

In a dream he seems to lie

Gazing at the golden bowl,

Where dim visions passing by

Whisper vaguely to his soul.

Restless phantoms come and go

Crowned with cypress or with bays;

Sad or merry, swift or slow,

Tread they through the mystic maze.

Still the pageant winds along,

Youth and age and love and lust,

Till at last the motley throng

Fades and crumbles into dust.

All in vain upon the bowl

Gaze the wondering, boyish eyes;

He shall read its hidden scroll

Only when it shattered lies.

For a wondrous light shall gleam

From the scattered fragments born.

Boy, dream on, for life's a dream,

Followed by a golden morn.

The Lace-Maker of Bruges

Her age-worn hands upon her apron lie

Idle and still. Against the sunset glow

Tall poplars stand and silent barges go

Along the green canal that wanders by.

A lean, red finger pointing to the sky,

The spire of Notre Dame. Above a row

Of dim, gray arches where the sunbeams die,

The ancient belfry guards the square below.

One August eve she stood in that same square

And gazed and listened, proud beneath her tears,

To see her soldier passing down the street.

To-night the beat of drums and trumpets' blare

With bursts of fiendish music smite her ears,

And mingle with the tread of trampling feet.

W. BRENDON AND SON, LTD., PRINTERS, PLYMOUTH, ENGLAND

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Table of Contents

IN A BELGIAN GARDEN

AND OTHER POEMS

F. O. CALL

LONDON ERSKINE MACDONALD, LTD. MCMXVII

TO

E. H. G.

THE BEST OF FRIENDS THIS LITTLE BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED

Author's Note

Contents

Introduction

In a Belgian Garden

A Lincolnshire Maiden

Hidden Treasure

A River Sunset

The Madonna

An Idol in a Shop Window

Through a Long Cloister

The Chambly Rapid

The Snowdrift

On Mount Royal

The Vision

A Year Ago

Eternity

The Old School Bell

On a Swiss Mountain

Rheims

The Mystic

A Song of the Homeland

The Frozen Brook

The Indifferent Ones

In a Forest

The Ships of Memory

The Obelisk

The Parting Ways

Calvary

The Golden Bowl

The Lace-Maker of Bruges

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