To Lake Rossignol 



OF sunny France, the hardy Rossignol 

 By kwedun* journeyed, seeking land and game, 

 Up O-gum-keg-e-ok,f of Micmac fame, 

 Till from an oak-top, by a waterfall, 

 He spied vast lakes and purple ridges tall; 

 Then, in his birch canoe of slender frame, 

 At night he dared the waves they overcame, 

 And hurried him to join the hosts of Gaul ! 



O, siren-natured, gray, Acadian sea ! 

 You harp a luring song, your dangers veil, 

 Entice brave voyageurs ; then, snarl and lash, 

 And rend them on the boulders in the lee 

 (That sportive Glooscapt tossed to see you splash) 

 Bold victims of a Circean nightingale ! 



* Bark canoe. t Mersey River, N.S. 



t Mythical Micmac giant. 



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