Ten Poems for National Poetry Month, Number 9: 'My Own Canadian Girl' by W.M. MacKeracher

For the month, the ninth of ten poems

I find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating.

What could be considered romantic verse from W.M. (William MacKay) MacKeracher's Canada, My Land and Other Compositions in Verse (Toronto: William Briggs, 1908).

MY OWN CANADIAN GIRL

                    The demoiselles of sunny France

                         Have gaiety and grace;

                    Britannia's maids a tender glance,

                         A sweet and gentle face;

                    Columbia's virgins bring to knee

                         Full many a duke and earl;

                    But there is none can equal thee,

                         My own Canadian girl.

                    Thy hair is finer than the floss

                         That tufts the ears of corn;

                    Its tresses have a silken gloss,

                         A glory like the morn;

                    I prize the rich, luxuriant mass,

                         And each endearing curl

                    A special grace and beauty has,

                         My own Canadian girl.

                   Thy brow is like the silver moon

                        That sails in summer skies.

                   The mirror of a mind immune

                        From care, serene and wise.

                   Thy nose is sculptured ivory;

                        Thine ears are lobes of pearl;

                   Thy lips are corals from the sea,

                        My own Canadian girl.

                   Thine eyes are limpid pools of light,

                        The windows of thy soul;

                   The stars are not so clear and bright

                        That shine around the pole.

                   The crimson banners of thy cheeks

                        To sun and wind unfurl;

                   Thy tongue makes music when it speaks,

                        My own Canadian girl.

                   God keep thee fair and bright and good

                        As in thy morning hour,

                   And make thy gracious womanhood

                        A still unfolding fiow'r.

                   And stay thy thoughts from trifles vain,

                        Thy feet from folly's whirl,

                   And guard thy life from every stain,

                        My own Canadian girl!