Sault Ste. Marie

Laughing and singing With rhythmical flow, Leaping and springing, O light-hearted Sault!-- Tossing up snowy hands In thy glad play, Shaking out dewy locks Bright with the spray,-- Joyously ever Thy bright waters go, Yet wearying never, O beautiful Sault!

Kingly Superior Leaps to thy arms, And all his broad waters Are bright with thy charms; They sparkle, and glitter, And flash in their play, Chasing ripple and rainbow Away and away! Weary, I ween, Of his solemn repose, Gaily the mighty Flood Flashes and glows; And, buoyantly, brightly, Fleet-footed or slow, Doth dance with thee lightly, Unwearying Sault!

If I were a fairy I'd dance with thee too, Daily and nightly, Unfalt'ring and true;-- In sunlight and starlight, In darkness and day, As free as the breezes, As glad in our play! We'd sing in the darkness, We'd laugh in the light, We'd whirl in the eddies At noonday and night,-- We'd toss up the waters In sunshine, to see How they'd fling us back di'monds And gold in their glee;-- Such amethysts, topazes, Rubies and pearls, As we'd strew o'er the tide In our innocent whirls, And never be lonely, Or weariness know-- Ourselves, and us only-- O light-hearted Sault!

Yet the dance is thine own, And the song and the glee, Thou dwellest alone, Untrammelled and free Our ships may not glide O'er thy bosom,--our feet May not trace out one path, Or explore one retreat! We may hollow our channels To left or to right, And glide on our way With thy gambols in sight, Yet this, and this only, Of thee we may know, Thou lone, but not lonely, Free, fetterless Sault!

Farewell, ye bright waters,-- We part, and for aye!-- My pathway leads on O'er the billows away;-- These feet will grow weary In life's busy mart, These eyes be oft tear-dim, And heavy this heart; But thou wilt sing on In thy joyous unrest, Unchanging, unwearying, Buoyant and blest While the slow-footed centuries Glide on their way, And nations grow hoary, And sink in decay,-- Thou, tireless and tameless, Unchecked in thy flow, Shalt sing on as ever, O beautiful Sault!

BROTHER, REST.

IN MEMORY OF THE REV. J. E. V.

Rest, brother, rest! Thy eyes no more shall weep O'er unhealed anguish and unconquered sin; Thy peaceful slumber, tranquilized and deep, Is marred no more by Earth's discordant din. Calm are the skies above thy quiet bed, And calm is Earth in Summer-glories dressed, And cool and sweet the fresh mould richly spread Above thy folded hands and peaceful breast.

Oh, could my voice thy placid slumber break, And win thee back to mortal scenes again,-- Bid thee, unblamed, thy heavenly paths forsake, Once more to walk with me 'mid care and pain, I could not, dare not breathe the word, for thou Hast long enough toiled where the dark curse lies On all Earth's fairest fruitage;--brother, now Thou seest the "goodly land" with unveiled eyes!

Oh no! I would not breathe that word, though life For me be sadder for the smile I miss; For thou hast gained a home unreached by strife, Undimmed by tears--a home of changeless bliss! There, in sweet fellowship with angels blessed, And all the crowned and glorified above, In thy loved Saviour's longed-for presence rest, And bask forever in the light of LOVE!

LOVED AND LOST, --OR-- THE SKY-LARK AND THE VIOLET.