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ACADIENSIS

(Oxon.), Chancellor of the Dioceses of Oxford and Ripon." In his preface to that work the author remarks that, "If, as he hardly dares to hope, these 'voices' shall be heard beyond the circle of old friends, he trusts they may arouse a deeper interest in the well being of our colonists, and likewise in the spiritual and temporal welfare of the 'Children of the Forest,' now fast fading away before the advancing tide of civilization."—Ed.

Song.

BEND thou down thy long-lashed glances On the lover at thy feet,In whose veins the red blood dancesAs thy fairy form advances Out of dreamland, Oh! my sweet!
For no starlight hath such splendour And no sun such dewy heat;'Neath thine eyes my heart grows tenderAnd my soul yields full surrender To their radiance, Oh! my sweet!
As cool waters to the dying Where stern foes in battle meet,So thine eyes, no joys denying,And thy smile with smile complying Keep me living, Oh! my sweet!Charles Campbell


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