Canadian poetry

Canada has a history of fine poetry. Here is a piece from the Montreal Herald May 2, 1812. Volume 1, No. 29 (a long gone paper). I dare say it's as good a poem as any:

I whisper’d her my last adieu,
I gave a mournful kiss;
Cold showers of sorrow bath’d her eyes,
And her poor heart was torn with sighs
Yet…strange to tell… ’twas then I knew
Most perfect bliss.



For love, at other times suppress’d,
Was all betray’d at this…
I saw him weeping in her eyes,
I heard him breathe amongst her sighs;
And every sob which shook her breast,
Thrill’d mine with bliss.



The sighs which keen affection clears,
How can it judge amiss?
To me it pictur’d hope; and taught
My spirit this consoling thought
That love’s sun, though it rise in tears,
May set in bliss!