English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 489. A Canadian Boat-Song |
| | | Thomas Moore (1779–1852) |
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| FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime | |
| Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. | |
| Soon as the woods on shore look dim, | |
| We’ll sing at St. Anne’s our parting hymn. | |
| Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, | 5 |
| The Rapids are near and the daylight’s past! | |
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| Why should we yet our sail unfurl? | |
| There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; | |
| But, when the wind blows off the shore, | |
| Oh! sweetly we’ll rest our weary oar. | 10 |
| Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, | |
| The Rapids are near and the daylight’s past! | |
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| Utawas’ tide! this trembling moon | |
| Shall see us float over thy surges soon. | |
| Saint of this green isle! hear our prayers, | 15 |
| Oh, grant us cool heavens and favouring airs. | |
| Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, | |
| The Rapids are near and the daylight’s past! | |
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