TO HIS LORDSHIP. 



" Deep in the silent forest, where oft I 've chanced to 



roam, 

 The monarch moose inhabits, it is his woodland 



home; 



By silent lake at morning, by ogan, calm at night, 

 Majestic stands his lordship, stands motionless in 



sight. 

 The north wind to him is music, the tall pines are 



his friends, 

 The rivers madly rushing, o'er the rocks and round 



the bends, 

 Seems to him a heavenly blessing, seems to him the 



work above 

 Of a kind and thoughtful Father, and His beings He 



doth love." 



