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GORDON.* 



BEAUTIFUL boy, with golden hair, 

 Tell me what thou see'st there ; 

 Gazing on the western skies 

 With those far-off earnest eyes. 



Just such an earnest, wistful smile 

 Had sainted Gordon of the Nile ! — 

 Fond wishes crave a nobler field 

 Of fame than what a sword can yield. 



God make you worthy of your sire, 

 To wield the pen with patriot fire — 

 I see in that broad, massive brow 

 The genius thit fills it now. 



I see in your angelic face 

 Early tokens of God's grace, 

 And trust 'tis God's eternal plan 

 To make of you a noble man ! 



Long may his mother live to see 

 How divinely sweet is he ; 

 A golden radiance covers her 

 As she clasps her Gordon Lorimer ! 



Grandma Gowan. 



*Three year oM son of the editoi-. 



