The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
ManitobaEmily McManus
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Ripple and riot adown to her feet;
Murmurs all Nature with joyous acclaim,
Fragrance of summer and shimmer of flame:
Heedless she hears while the centuries slip:—
Chalice of poppy is laid on her lip.
Sweeter was never in nightingale’s throat—
Silence of centuries thrills to the song,
Singing their silence awaited so long;
Low, yet it swells to the heaven’s blue dome,
Child-lips have called the wild meadow-land ‘Home!’
Dawns in the languor that darkens her eyes;
Swift the red blood through her veins, in its flow,
Kindles to rapture her bosom aglow;
Voices are calling, where silence has been,
‘Look to the future, thou Mother of Men!’
Shakes as the tide of her children advance;
Onward and onward! Her blossoming floor
Yields her an opium potion no more;
Onward! and soon on her welcoming soil
Cities shall palpitate, myriads toil.