The Laurentian Hills 219 



After ages, tell the story, that the One we all 



adore, 

 Keeps record of Creation in old oceans muddj 



floor. 



Footsteps of the Creator in ages that have fled, 

 When a host of shells and fishes left their forms 



in oceans bed. 



And now the bed is lifted along the eastern shore : 

 Increasing now the land mass, round Laurentian 



more and more, 

 O! Time thou hast no limit to grasp of human 



mind, 



Unmeasured by the intellect of any of our kind. 

 But Time to our Creator, is like forgotten fears, 

 "A thousand years a single day, a single day a 



thousand years." 

 And let our study of the past cause reverence for 



His name 

 Both now, and yesterday, through time, He ever 



is the same. 

 So with these simple verses we'll praise His Holy 



Name. 



