Alas that the flowers she so late loved to see

Should so soon grace the grave that now parts her from

me.

From her, death divided,small wonder I find

Spring-blooms only bringing sad thoughts to my mind; They wither to blossom again.—not so she

Whose smile no new springtime can bring back to me!

Then away with thee, April! Scarce camest thou when
Our delight changed to wailing in Aray's sweet glen;
There's a stain far too deep in thy record to be.
E'er forgot or forgiven by lover like me.

K

Poems, Songs, and Sonnets.

POEMS, SONGS, AND SONNETS,

CHIEFLY WRITTEN IN CANADA.

THE CHAUDIERE.

A SCENE ON THE RIVER OTTAWA.

WHERE the Ottawa pours its magnificent tide

Through forests primæval, dark-waving and wide, There's a scene which for grandeur has scarcely a peer— 'Tis the wild roaring rush of the mighty Chaudiére.

On, onward it dashes—an ocean of spray ;

How madly it lashes each rock in its way!

Like the onset of hosts, when spear breaks against spear, Is th' omnipotent sweep of the mighty Chaudiére.

See! see where it now from yon ledge wildly leaps,Less swift down some Alp the dread avalanche sweeps; That vortex below may well agonize where

Right into its throat goes the mighty Chaudiére.

Evermore, evermore, where sheer downward it springs, Its mist-mantle it weaves-its loud anthem it sings;