The Poetical Works of Mrs. Leprohon by Mrs. (Rosanna Eleanor) Leprohon
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We shall look no more upon;
And though, perchance, some stately pile May rise its place to fill, With carven piers and lofty towers, Old Church, we shall miss thee still! Though not like Europe's ancient fanes, Moss-grown and ivied o'er Bearing long centuries' darkened stains On belfry and turrets hoar-- A hundred years and more hast thou Thy shadow o'er us cast; And we claim thee in our country's youth As a land-mark of the past. Thou'st seen the glittering Fleur-de-lys Fling out its folds on high From old Dalhousie's* fortress hill, Against the morning sky; And, later, the gleam of an English flag From its cannon-crowned brow,-- That flag which, despite the changing years, Floateth proudly o'er us now. Thou'st seen the dark-browed Indians, too, Thronging each narrow street, In their garb so strangely picturesque, Their gaily moccassined feet; And beside them gentle helpmates stood, Dark-hued, with soft black eyes, |
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