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Off Riviere Du Loup

O ship incoming from the

With all your cloudy tower of sail,

Dashing the water to the lee,

And leaning grandly to the gale,

The sunset pageant in the

Has filled your canvas curves with rose,

And jeweled every toppling

That crashes into silver snows!

You know the joy of coming home,

After long leagues to France or

You feel the clear Canadian

And the gulf water heave again.

Between these somber purple

That cool the sunset's molten bars,

You will go on as the wind wills,

Beneath the river's roof of stars.

You will toss onward toward the

That spangle over the lonely pier,

By hamlets glimmering on the heights,

By level islands black and clear.

You will go on beyond the tide,

Through brimming plains of olive sedge,

Through paler shadows light and wide,

The rapids piled along the ledge.

At evening off some reedy

You will swing slowly on your chain,

And catch the scent of dewy hay,

Soft blowing from the pleasant plain.

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Duncan Campbell Scott

Duncan Campbell Scott CMG FRSC (August 2, 1862 – December 19, 1947) was a Canadian bureaucrat, poet and prose writer. With Charles G.D. Roberts,…
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