IN THE CANADIAN WOODS. 149 



Hurrah for the forest ! the dark pine wood forest ! 

 With the moon stealing down on the cold frozen snow. 



With eyes beaming brightly, 



And hearts beating lightly, 

 Through the wild forest by moonlight we go. 



♦ 

 Hurrah for the forest ! the dim ancient forest ! 

 Where silence and stillness for ages have been. 



.We'll rouse the grim bear, 



And the wolf ( f rom his lair, 

 And the deer shall start up from the thick cedar screen. 



Oh, wail for the forest ! the green shady forest ! 

 No longer its depths may the hunter explore ; 



For the bright golden grain 



Shall wave o'er the plain. 

 Oh, wail for the, forest, its glories are o'er! 



