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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DOONSIDE, by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND
First Line: To me, whose paddle-blade has cleft
Last Line: Hush! It is the doon!
First Line: To me, whose paddle-blade has cleft
Last Line: Hush! It is the doon!
TO me, whose paddle-blade has cleft
The wave where great St. Lawrence flows --
To me, whose ears have heard the scream
Of eagle, high above the snows,
Where Fraser darts among the hills --
What is this tiny stream to me?
And what the little melody
My soul with rapture fills,
Like some old half-forgotten croon?
A cradle song of long ago --
A mother's song so sweet and low --
Hush! It is the Doon!
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