Canadian Rivers And Lakes.

We have here a sight as fair As bonnie Doon or banks of Ayr, Like modest worth meandering slow The quiet waters gently flow, Rose, thistle, shamrock, all combine, Around the maple leaf to twine, Whose outstretched arms so gigantic Clasp Pacific and Atlantic, Embracing lakes like burnished gold, With joy a Shakespeare might behold, For either Poet Burns or Moore[B] Such scenery they would adore.