Jacques Cartier

IN the seaport of St Malo, 'twas a smiling morn in May,
When the Commodore Jacques Cartier to the westward sailed away ;
In the crowded old Cathedral, all the town were on their knees,
For the safe return of kinsmen from the undiscovered seas ;
And every autumn blast that swept o'er pinnacle and pier,
Filled many hearts with sorrow, and gentle hearts with fear.

A year passed o'er St Malo — again came round the day,
When the Commodore Jacques Cartier to the westward sailed away ;
But no tidings from the absent had come the way they went,
And tearful were the vigils that many a maiden spent ;
And manly hearts were filled with gloom, and gentle hearts with fear,
When no tidings came from Cartier at the closing of the year.

But the earth is as the Future, it hath its hidden side,
And the Captain of St Malo was rejoicing in his pride ;
In the forests of the North — while his townsmen mourned his loss —
He was rearing on Mount Royal thefettr-de-fis and cross ;
And when two months were over, and added to the year,
St Malo hailed him home again, cheer answering to cheer.

He told them of a region, hard, iron-bound, and cold,
Nor seas of pearl abounded, nor mines of shining gold ;
Where the wind from Thule freezes the word upon the lip,
And the ice in spring comes sailing athwart the early ship ;
He told them of the frozen scene, until they thrilled with fear,
And piled fresh fuel on the hearth to make them better cheer.

But when he chang'd the strain, — he told how soon is cast
In early Spring the fetters that hold the waters fast ;
How the Winter causeway, broken, is drifted out to sea,
And the rills and rivers sing with pride the anthem of the free ;
How the magic wand of Summer clad the landscape to his eyes,
Like the dry bones of the just when they wake in Paradise.

He told them of the Algonquin braves — the hunters of the wild ;
Of how the Indian mother in the forest rocks her child ;
Of how, poor souls, they fancy in every living thing
A spirit good or evil, that claims their worshipping ;
Of how they brought their sick and maim'd for him to breathe upon ;
And of the wonders wrought for them, thro' the Gospel of St John.

He told them of the river, whose mighty current gave
Its freshness for a hundred leagues to ocean's briny wave ;
He told them of the glorious scene presented to his sight,
What time he reared the cross and crown on Hochelaga's height ;
And of the fortress cliff, that keeps of Canada the key;
And they welcomed back Jacques Cartier from the perils over sea.