Away up on the River aux Lievres, That is foaming and surging always, And from rock to rock leaping through rapids, Which are curtained by showers of spray; ...
In the small Village of St Joseph, below the City of Ottawa, still lives or did live very recently, an ancient couple, whole story is told in the following lines.
(Mr Norman Dewar, commission merchant, a native of Glengarry, Canada who had been assisting Captain McCabe as commissary of the Memphis Relief Committee, died of yellow fever after three days illness A brave and gentle nature, ...
There is a gladness over all the earth, For summer is abroad in breezy mirth, Nature rejoices and the heavens are glad, And I alone am desolate and sad, For I sit mourning by an empty cot,...
A withered shamrock, yet to me 'tis fair As the sweet rose to other eyes might be, Because its leaves spread in my native air, And the same land gave birth to it and me. ...
It was in the early morning Of life, and of hope to me, I sat on a grassy hillside Of the Isle beyond the sea, Erin's skies of changeful beauty Were bending over me. ...
Hail! to the city sitting as a queen Enthroned a cataract on either hand, The voice of many waters in her ears, And the great river tranquil at her feet, Smoothing his locks and all his foamy mane...
Thou art, and, therefore, Thou art near, oh God! Thick darkness covers me, I cannot see; Is this the Shepherd's crook, or the correcting rod, And by Thy hand, O Father, laid on me? ...
The book of life to thee is given, To warn of death, to guide to Heaven. Wanderer on the wild astray, Here wilt thou find the King's highway. Has thy soul suffered, hunger, pain,...
I, Louis Marin, mariner, born on the Breton coast, Must pass from earth away, And, because wild remorse Pursues me--is my curse, My guilty hand this day...
I, an Iroquois brave, Speak from my forest grave, Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory. Listen, pale faces, then, Let years roll back again, While of Iroquois men I tell the story, ...