Who is Virna Sheard

Virginia Sheard (April 24, 1862 – February 22, 1943) was a Canadian poet and novelist. She also wrote under the name Stanton Sheard.

Early life

Sheard was born in Cobourg, Ontario, the daughter of Elizabeth Butler and Eldridge Stanton, a photographer. Eldridge was a descendant of United Empire Loyalists. The family moved soon after to Toronto where she was raised. Her brother Eldridge Stanton Jr. and his wife both died at Niagara Falls, in the Ice Bridge Disaster of 1912.

Career

Sheard began publishing her poems and stories in magazines around 1898. She wrote her first books, Trevelyan's Little Daughters (1898) and A Maid of Many Moods (1902) to entertain her sons. Her adult fiction was written mainly in the romance genre and included, By...
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  • The Whistler
    Throughout the sunny day he whistled on his way -
    Oh high and low, and gay and sweet,
    The melody rang down the street,
    Till all the weary, old, and grey, ...
  • In Egypt
    It was the Angel Azrael the Lord God sent below
    At midnight, into every house in Egypt, long ago -
    0 long, and long ago.
    ...
  • The Vision
    Long had she knelt at the Madonna's shrine,
    With the empty chapel, cold and grey,
    Telling her beads, while grief with marring line
    And bitter tear stole all her youth away. ...
  • At Midnight
    Turn Thou the key upon our thoughts, dear Lord,
    And let us sleep;
    Give us our portion of forgetfulness,
    Silent and deep. ...
  • Saints
    The Saints of Thy great Church, 0 Christ,
    How vast their numbers be -
    On holy page and ancient scroll
    Their blessed names we see, ...
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It Was A' For Our Rightful King
 by Robert Burns

1 It was a' for our rightful king
2 That we left fair Scotland's strand;
3 It was a' for our rightful king
4 We e'er saw Irish land,
5 My dear,
6 We e'er saw Irish land.

7 Now a' is done that men can do,
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