In a Belgian Garden and Other Poems

<SPAN name="royal"></SPAN> <h3> On Mount Royal<br/> </h3> <p class="poem"> I climb its sides when the day grows old<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And its mighty shadow falls deep and wide,</SPAN><br/> And over the gleam of the sunset's gold<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The darkness creeps like a rising tide;</SPAN><br/> And higher and higher up rocky height,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Past oaks that are gnarled by the winter's blast,</SPAN><br/> I climb till a marvellous vision of light<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Breaks forth on my wondering sight at last.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> Dome and spire of house of prayer,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Convent cloister gloomy and gray,</SPAN><br/> Street and market and bridge lie there<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In the golden gleam of the dying day.</SPAN><br/> Yet here on the silent mountain crest<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">There echoes a moan and a smothered roar</SPAN><br/> From the tide of life in its strange unrest,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As it beats below on a barren shore.</SPAN><br/></p> <br/><br/><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />