The Whitethroat.
Shy bird of the silver arrows of song, That cleave our Northern air so clear, Thy notes prolong, prolong, I listen, I hear: "I - love - dear - Canada, Canada, Canada." O plumes of the pointed dusky fir, Screen of a swelling patriot heart, The copse is all astir, And echoes thy part!... Now willowy reeds tune their silver flutes As the noise of the day dies down; And silence strings her lutes, The Whitethroat to crown.... O bird of the silver arrows of song, Shy poet of Canada dear, Thy notes prolong, prolong, We listen, we hear: "I - love - dear - Canada, Canada, Canada."
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"Shy bird of the silver arrows of song,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Theodore Harding Rand delivers a powerful performance in "The Whitethroat."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...