Xxx

And now once more, O marshes, back to you From whatsoever wanderings, near or far, To you I turn with joy for ever new, To you, O sovereign vasts of Tantramar! Your tides are at the full. Your wizard flood, With every tribute stream and brimming creek, Ponders, possessor of the utmost good, With no more left to seek;-- But the hour wanes and passes; and once more Resounds the ebb with destiny in its roar.