Mother, to whose valiant
Battling long ago,
What the heaping years fulfil,
Light and song,
I owe;
Send my little book afield,
Fronting praise or
With the shining flag and
Of your name.
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Archibald Lampman
Archibald Lampman (17 November 1861 – 10 February 1899) was a Canadian poet. "He has been described as 'the Canadian Keats;' and he is perhaps t…
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