1889-90.] FORT George's lonely sycamore. 



But soon returning peace brought round 



More prosperous, happy, golden days, 

 And trom the shipyard came the sound 



Of hammers beating songs of praise. 

 Those days are gone ; gone, too, we fear, 



The busy mart the live -long day, 

 Nor sound of vulgar trade is here. 



And " Lotos Town " they sneering say. 



But no- thy life's a shorter span ; 



Thou canst not all the secrets tell 

 Of brave, or rash, or erring man, 



O lonely, lonely sentinel. 

 Where once the pagan rite was seen, 



Or French or Indian warlike bands, 

 Where fratricidal strife had been, 



Two Christian nations now clasp hands. 



Long mayst thou stand, O stately tree, 



Outlined as boldly 'gainst the sky ; 

 As thou hast often gladdened me. 



Cheer other hearts as years pass by. 

 As from my window now I gaze. 



Thinking of many a ramble wild. 

 With friends of other, earlier days. 



Far past thy fort with walls earth-piled, 



I send a wish and prayer that thou 



Mayst live to see and live to tell 

 Of brighter days than even now, 



O solitary sentinel. 

 May other school girls love thee well, 



They surely cannot love thee more. 

 And be thou long their sentinel, 



O lonely, lonely sycamore. 



Janet Carnochan. 



Niagara. 



