TO A LEAPING 



OUANANICHE 



In sleepy water still 



Thou dost not care to rest at ease ; 



But^ where the reckless rapids wreak their will 



With foam as fierce and furious as the sea s — 



Where thou canst find thy fill 



Of struggle strong and free — 



There dost thou love to be. 



Where Danger beckons and the wild winds roam 



To stir up louder strife^ 



Amid the flashing waves thou hast a home — 



Rough Rider of the Rapids^ thou ; — not born 



To doubt and dally or to sulk and mourn; 



But born for strenuous life. 



Where vapors rise to veil 

 The rushing^ crushing waves that seethe 

 Below the dam^ thou dartest on to scale 

 The proud fall which would bid thee stay beneath. 

 Tet^ if thy first leap fail. 

 Thou hast the valorous breast 

 Never to quit thy quest ; 

 But in a play of whirlpool power dost seek 

 To summon all thy strength 

 VOL. I. — 5 d^ 



