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FROM THE BANKS OF THE ST LAWRENCE	A
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Not many months have now been dreamed away	B
Since yonder sun beneath whose evening ray	B
Our boat glides swiftly past these wooded shores	C
Saw me where Trent his mazy current pours	C
And Donington's old oaks to every breeze	D
Whisper the tale of by gone centuries	D
Those oaks to me as sacred as the groves	E
Beneath whose shade the pious Persian roves	E
And hears the spirit voice of sire or chief	F
Or loved mistress sigh in every leaf	F
There oft dear Lady while thy lip hath sung	G
My own unpolished lays how proud I've hung	G
On every tuneful accent proud to feel	H
That notes like mine should have the fate to steal	H
As o'er thy hallowing lip they sighed along	I
Such breath of passion and such soul of song	I
Yes I have wondered like some peasant boy	J
Who sings on Sabbath eve his strains of joy	J
And when he hears the wild untutored note	K
Back to his ear on softening echoes float	K
Believes it still some answering spirit's tone	L
And thinks it all too sweet to be his own	L
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I dreamt not then that ere the rolling year	M
Had filled its circle I should wander here	N
In musing awe should tread this wondrous world	O
See all its store of inland waters hurled	O
In one vast volume down Niagara's steep	P
Or calm behold them in transparent sleep	P
Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed	Q
Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed	Q
Should trace the grand Cadaraqui and glide	R
Down the white rapids of his lordly tide	R
Through massy woods mid islets flowering fair	S
And blooming glades where the first sinful pair	S
For consolation might have weeping trod	T
When banished from the garden of their God	T
Oh Lady these are miracles which man	U
Caged in the bounds of Europe's pigmy span	U
Can scarcely dream of which his eye must see	E
To know how wonderful this world can be	E
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But lo the last tints of the west decline	V
And night falls dewy o'er these banks of pine	V
Among the reeds in which our idle boat	K
Is rocked to rest the wind's complaining note	K
Dies like a half breathed whispering of flutes	E
Along the wave the gleaming porpoise shoots	E
And I can trace him like a watery star	W
Down the steep current till he fades afar	W
Amid the foaming breakers' silvery light	X
Where yon rough rapids sparkle through the night	X
Here as along this shadowy bank I stray	B
And the smooth glass snake glid o'er my way	B
Shows the dim moonlight through his scaly form	Y
Fancy with all the scene's enchantment warm	Y
Hears in the murmur of the nightly breeze	E
Some Indian Spirit warble words like these	E
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From the land beyond the sea	E
Whither happy spirits flee	E
Where transformed to sacred doves	E
Many a blessed Indian roves	E
Through the air on wing as white	X
As those wondrous stones of light	X
Which the eye of morning counts	E
On the Apalachian mounts	E
Hither oft my flight I take	Z
Over Huron's lucid lake	Z
Where the wave as clear as dew	A2
Sleeps beneath the light canoe	A2
Which reflected floating there	S
Looks as if it hung in air	S
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Then when I have strayed a while	B2
Through the Manataulin isle	B2
Breathing all its holy bloom	C2
Swift I mount me on the plume	C2
Of my Wakon Bird and fly	D2
Where beneath a burning sky	D2
O'er the bed of Erie's lake	Z
Slumbers many a water snake	Z
Wrapt within the web of leaves	E
Which the water lily weaves	E
Next I chase the floweret king	E2
Through his rosy realm of spring	E2
See him now while diamond hues	E
Soft his neck and wings suffuse	E
In the leafy chalice sink	F2
Thirsting for his balmy drink	F2
Now behold him all on fire	G2
Lovely in his looks of ire	H2
Breaking every infant stem	I2
Scattering every velvet gem	I2
Where his little tyrant lip	J2
Had not found enough to sip	J2
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Then my playful hand I steep	P
Where the gold thread loves to creep	P
Cull from thence a tangled wreath	K2
Words of magic round it breathe	L2
And the sunny chaplet spread	Q
O'er the sleeping fly bird's head	Q
Till with dreams of honey blest	M2
Haunted in his downy nest	M2
By the garden's fairest spells	E
Dewy buds and fragrant bells	E
Fancy all his soul embowers	E
In the fly bird's heaven of flowers	E
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Oft when hoar and silvery flakes	E
Melt along the ruffled lakes	E
When the gray moose sheds his horns	E
When the track at evening warns	E
Weary hunters of the way	B
To the wigwam's cheering ray	B
Then aloft through freezing air	S
With the snow bird soft and fair	S
As the fleece that heaven flings	E
O'er his little pearly wings	E
Light above the rocks I play	B
Where Niagara's starry spray	B
Frozen on the cliff appears	E
Like a giant's starting tears	E
There amid the island sedge	N2
Just upon the cataract's edge	N2
Where the foot of living man	U
Never trod since time began	U
Lone I sit at close of day	B
While beneath the golden ray	B
Icy columns gleam below	O2
Feathered round with falling snow	O2
And an arch of glory springs	E
Sparkling as the chain of rings	E
Round the neck of virgins hung	G
Virgins who have wandered young	G
O'er the waters of the west	M2
To the land where spirits rest	M2
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Thus have I charmed with visionary lay	B
The lonely moments of the night away	B
And now fresh daylight o'er the water beams	E
Once more embarked upon the glittering streams	E
Our boat flies light along the leafy shore	P2
Shooting the falls without a dip of oar	P2
Or breath of zephyr like the mystic bark	Q2
The poet saw in dreams divinely dark	Q2
Borne without sails along the dusky flood	R2
While on its deck a pilot angel stood	S2
And with his wings of living light unfurled	O
Coasted the dim shores of another world	O
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Yet oh believe me mid this mingled maze	E
Of Nature's beauties where the fancy strays	E
From charm to charm where every floweret's hue	A2
Hath something strange and every leaf is new	A2
I never feel a joy so pure and still	T2
So inly felt as when some brook or hill	T2
Or veteran oak like those remembered well	U2
Some mountain echo or some wild flower's smell	U2
For who can say by what small fairy ties	E
The memory clings to pleasure as it flies	E
Reminds my heart of many a silvan dream	V2
I once indulged by Trent's inspiring stream	V2
Of all my sunny morns and moonlight nights	E
On Donington's green lawns and breezy heights	E
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Whether I trace the tranquil moments o'er	G2
When I have seen thee cull the fruits of lore	P2
With him the polished warrior by thy side	R
A sister's idol and a nation's pride	R
When thou hast read of heroes trophied high	D2
In ancient fame and I have seen thine eye	D2
Turn to the living hero while it read	Q
For pure and brightening comments on the dead	Q
Or whether memory to my mind recalls	E
The festal grandeur of those lordly halls	E
When guests have met around the sparkling board	W2
And welcome warmed the cup that luxury poured	W2
When the bright future Star of England's throne	L
With magic smile hath o'er the banquet shone	L
Winning respect nor claiming what he won	X2
But tempering greatness like an evening sun	X2
Whose light the eye can tranquilly admire	H2
Radiant but mild all softness yet all fire	G2
Whatever hue my recollections take	Z
Even the regret the very pain they wake	Z
Is mixt with happiness but ah no more	P2
Lady adieu my heart has lingered o'er	G2
Those vanished times till all that round me lies	E
Stream banks and bowers have faded on my eyes	E

Thomas Moore

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