I'VE SEEN the Thousand Islands In the beauty of the dawn; And sailed on Lake Ontario, When shades of night were drawn; I've wandered in Toronto; Climbed the "Mount" at Montreal; Run the great St. Lawrence rapids, Where the waters swirl and fall. I've slept up in the Chateau, At Quebec; and known the thrill Of rambling through the "old town" And the fort upon the hill. I've felt the sacred beauty Of the splendor on Sag'nay; The warmth of homespun blankets That were made at Murray Bay. But in my soul's a hunger Once again for Tadoussac; The endless fascination Of its quaintness draws me back. I hear again the mission bell That calls the folks to prayer, And as I walk the city streets My heart is with them there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST by ALISON RUTHERFORD A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG NYMPH GOING TO BED by JONATHAN SWIFT WRITTEN IN ZIMMERMAN'S SOLITUDE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS MY NANNIE'S AWA (1) by ROBERT BURNS |