LITTLE LAC GRENIER EETLE Lac Grenier, she's all alone, Light on demountain top, But cloud sweepin' by, will fin' tam to stop Leetle Lac Grenier, she's all alone, But she never feel lonesome, 'cos for w'y? Leetle Lac Grenier, she's all alone, Back on de mountain dere, But de pine tree an' spruce stan' ev'rywhere For dey kip off de win' an' de winter storm. Leetle Lac Grenier, she's all alone, No broder, no sister near, But de swallow will fly, an' de beeg moose deer An' caribou too, will go long way To drink de sweet water of Lac Grenier. Leetle Lac Grenier, I see you now, Ma canoe's afloat, an' de robin sing, De lily's beginnin' her summer dress, An' trout's wakin' up from hees long long res'. Leetle Lac Grenier, I'm happy now, Out on de ole canoe, For I'm all alone, ma chere, wit' you, An' if only a nice light rod I had Leetle Lac Grenier, O! let me go, For your voice is strong lak de rapid's roar, William Henry Drummond CANADIAN BOAT SONG AINTLY as tolls the evening chime, FAINTLY as tolls the our bars keep time, Soon as the woods on shore look dim We'll sing at St. Anne's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past! Why should we yet our sail unfurl? O, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar! Blow, breezes, blow! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past! Utawa's tide! this trembling moon HE rivulet THE RIVULET FROM Alastor Tanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones Reflecting every herb and drooping bud He must descend. With rapid steps he went The struggling brook: tall spires of windlestrae roots The unwilling soil. A gradual change was here, thin And white, and where irradiate dewy eyes Had shone, gleam stony orbs: so from his steps Bright flowers departed, and the beautiful shade Of the green groves, with all their odorous winds And musical motions. Calm, he still pursued Mid toppling stones, black gulfs and yawning caves, Whose windings gave ten thousand various tongues To the loud stream. Lo! where the pass expands Made contrast with the universe. A pine, Foaming and hurrying o'er its rugged path, Fell into that immeasurable void Scattering its waters to the passing winds. The dim and hornèd moon hung low and poured A sea of lustre on the horizon's verge Percy Bysshe Shelley ASIA'S SONG FROM Prometheus Unbound soul is an enchanted boat, MY Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing; Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. Upon that many-winding river, A paradise of wildernesses! Till, like one in slumber bound, Borne to the ocean, I float down, around, Meanwhile thy spirit lifts its pinions Catching the winds that fan that happy heaven. |