{"id":134,"date":"2021-04-01T10:50:39","date_gmt":"2021-04-01T14:50:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.ryerson.ca\/flintandfeather\/?post_type=chapter&#038;p=134"},"modified":"2022-02-04T09:32:02","modified_gmt":"2022-02-04T14:32:02","slug":"my-english-letter","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/chapter\/my-english-letter\/","title":{"raw":"My English Letter","rendered":"My English Letter"},"content":{"raw":"When each white moon, her lantern idly swinging,\r\nComes out to join the star night-watching band,\r\nAcross the grey-green sea, a ship is bringing\r\nFor me a letter, from the Motherland.\r\n\r\nNaught would I care to live in quaint old Britain,\r\nThese wilder shores are dearer far to me,\r\nYet when I read the words that hand has written,\r\nThe parent sod more precious seems to be.\r\n\r\nWithin that folded note I catch the savour\r\nOf climes that make the Motherland so fair,\r\nAlthough I never knew the blessed favour\r\nThat surely lies in breathing English air.\r\n\r\nImagination\u2019s brush before me fleeing,\r\nPaints English pictures, though my longing eyes\r\nHave never known the blessedness of seeing\r\nThe blue that lines the arch of English skies.\r\n\r\nAnd yet my letter brings the scenes I covet,\r\nFramed in the salt sea winds, aye more in dreams\r\nI almost see the face that bent above it,\r\nI almost touch that hand, so near it seems.\r\n\r\nNear, for the very grey-green sea that dashes\r\n\u2018Round these Canadian coasts, rolls out once more\r\nTo Eastward, and the same Atlantic splashes\r\nHer wild white spray on England\u2019s distant shore.\r\n\r\nNear, for the same young moon so idly swinging\r\nHer threadlike crescent bends the selfsame smile\r\nOn that old land from whence a ship is bringing\r\nMy message from the transatlantic Isle.\r\n\r\nThus loves my heart that far old country better,\r\nBecause of those dear words that always come,\r\nWith love enfolded in each English letter\r\nThat drifts into my sun-kissed Western home.","rendered":"<p>When each white moon, her lantern idly swinging,<br \/>\nComes out to join the star night-watching band,<br \/>\nAcross the grey-green sea, a ship is bringing<br \/>\nFor me a letter, from the Motherland.<\/p>\n<p>Naught would I care to live in quaint old Britain,<br \/>\nThese wilder shores are dearer far to me,<br \/>\nYet when I read the words that hand has written,<br \/>\nThe parent sod more precious seems to be.<\/p>\n<p>Within that folded note I catch the savour<br \/>\nOf climes that make the Motherland so fair,<br \/>\nAlthough I never knew the blessed favour<br \/>\nThat surely lies in breathing English air.<\/p>\n<p>Imagination\u2019s brush before me fleeing,<br \/>\nPaints English pictures, though my longing eyes<br \/>\nHave never known the blessedness of seeing<br \/>\nThe blue that lines the arch of English skies.<\/p>\n<p>And yet my letter brings the scenes I covet,<br \/>\nFramed in the salt sea winds, aye more in dreams<br \/>\nI almost see the face that bent above it,<br \/>\nI almost touch that hand, so near it seems.<\/p>\n<p>Near, for the very grey-green sea that dashes<br \/>\n\u2018Round these Canadian coasts, rolls out once more<br \/>\nTo Eastward, and the same Atlantic splashes<br \/>\nHer wild white spray on England\u2019s distant shore.<\/p>\n<p>Near, for the same young moon so idly swinging<br \/>\nHer threadlike crescent bends the selfsame smile<br \/>\nOn that old land from whence a ship is bringing<br \/>\nMy message from the transatlantic Isle.<\/p>\n<p>Thus loves my heart that far old country better,<br \/>\nBecause of those dear words that always come,<br \/>\nWith love enfolded in each English letter<br \/>\nThat drifts into my sun-kissed Western 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