THE RIVER LEAR, and cool, clear and cool, CBy pool; Cool and clear, cool and clear, dreaming By shining shingle, and foaming weir; Under the crag where the ouzel sings, And the ivied wall where the church-bell rings, Undefiled for the undefiled; Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. Dank and foul, dank and foul, By the smoky town in its murky cowl; By wharf and sewer and slimy bank; Who dare sport with the sin defiled? Shrink from me, turn from me, mother and child. Strong and free, strong and free; Like a soul that has sinned and is pardoned again. Undefiled for the undefiled; Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. Charles Kingsley THUS THE MAYNE GLIDETH HUS the Mayne glideth Sleep's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, Flutters when noon-heats are near, Where the shrew-mouse with pale throat Where the quick sandpipers flit In and out the marl and grit That seems to breed them, brown as they : Naught disturbs its quiet way, Save some lazy stork that springs, Trailing it with legs and wings, Robert Browning LITTLE LAC GRENIER EETLE Lac Grenier, she's all alone, 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, 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, Onder de roof of spring, 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 F CANADIAN BOAT SONG AINTLY as tolls the evening chime, 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 Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced, like childhood laughing as it went: Then through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, 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 |