174 The Cretaceous Seas 



The scenes for ever changing each opening 



vista new, 

 See! indentures cut in shoreline by rivers' 



mouth or bay, 

 But for the lighted lamps we'd hardly find our 



way. 



At last our boat has entered and rapidly pass- 

 ed through, 



The lock of Sault St. Marie, the Frenchmen 

 call the Soo. 



Upon the broad Superior our westward course 

 we take 



The course the captain chooses, near the center 

 of the lake. 



But now a mist is falling that soon becomes a 

 fog. 



Our Siren sends her warning o'er many a 

 lengthening rod. 



We hear the Fog Horns sounding from near or 

 distant craft, 



And just abeam our steamship we hear an ans- 

 wering blast. 



We think of Ireland's Empress as she sank be- 

 neath the wave, 



Which, until God's trump, will be some dear 

 one's grave. 



But, God rules on the water, as well as on the 

 land 



