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Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
Dans mon chemin j'ai rencontré
And the refrain to every verse was,
A l'ombre d'un bois je m'en vais jouer,
I ventured to harmonize this air, and have published it. Without that charm which association gives to every little memorial of scenes or feelings that are past, the melody may perhaps be thought commowand trifling; but I remember when we have entered, at sun-set, upon one of those beautiful lakes, into which the St. Lawrence so grandly and so unexpectedly opens, I have heard this simple air with a pleasure which the finest compositions of the first masters have never given me, and now, there is not a note of it which does not recall to my memory the dip of our oars in the St. Lawrence, the flight of our boat down the Rapids, and all those new and fanciful impres. sions to which my heart was alive during the whole of this very interesting voyage.
The above stanzas are supposed to be sung by those voyageurs, who go to the Grand Poriage by the Utawas River. For an account of this wonderful undertaking, see Sir Alexander Mackenzie's General History of the Fur Trade, prefixed to his Journal.
* " At the Rapid of St. Ann they are obliged to take out part, if not the whole, of their lading. It is from this spot the Canadians consider they take their departure, as it possesses the last church on the island, which is dedicated to the tutelar saint of the voyageurs.”
Mackenzie, General History of the Fur Trade.
Why should we yet our sail unfurl ?
Blow, breezes, blow, &c.
Utáwas tide! this trembling moon
Blow, breezes, blow, &c.
OH, LADY FAIR.
CAN I AGAIN THAT LOOK RECALL.
Can I again that look recall,
Which once could make me die for thee? No, no, the eye that burns on all,
Shall never more be priz'd by me.
Can I again that form caress,
Or on that lip in joy recline ?
No, no--the lip that all may press,
Shall never more be press’d by mine.
TAKE BACK THE SIGH.
Take back the sigh, thy lips of art
In passion's moment breath’d to me; Yet, no—it must not, will not part, 'Tis now the life-breath of my heart,
And has become too pure for thee!
Take back the kiss, that faithless sigh
With all the warmth of truth imprest,
Or bloom to make a rival blest !
Take back the vows that, night and day,
My heart receiv'd, I thought, from thine; * Yet no—allow them still to stay, They might some other heart betray,
As sweetly as they've ruin'd mine.
Oh ! had I leisure to sigh and mourn,
And ev'ry smile on my cheek should turn
To tears, when thou art nigh.
So busy a life I live,
Is more than my heart can give. Then bid me not to despair and pine,
Fanny, dearest of all the dears ! The love, that's order'd to bathe in wine,
Would be sure to take cold in tears,
Reflected bright in this heart of mine,
Fanny dearest! thy image lies : But oh! the mirror would cease to shine,
If dimm'd too often with sighs. They lose the balf of beauty's light,
Who view it through sorrow's tear, And ’tis but to see the truly bright,
That I keep my eye-beam clear. Then wait no longer till tears shall flow,
Fanny dearest! the hope is vain : If sunshine cannot dissolve thy snow,
I shall never attempt it with rain.
SWEET seducer, ever smiling!