Well done, gallant FitzGibbon! Thy name shall live in story; Thy daring feat of arms that day Is wreathed with fadeless glory. One other name my song would praise, A patriot soul so brave, That dared the forest’s lonely wilds FitzGibbon’s post to save. Noble woman! heroic soul! We would honor thee to-day; Thou canst not, shall not be forgot. More lustrous is the ray Time reflects upon thy deed. Thy talismanic name-- Canadians, sound it through the land, Perpetuate her fadeless fame! THE SEA AND THE SOUL. Oh, the sea! the sea! how it stirs my soul, As its bright bounding billows onward roll; Unfettered they toss their crests on high, As if to assault the far vaulted sky. Oh, the sea! the sea! when it murmurs sweet, And its silver waves fall down at my feet; And it flashes and ripples in sunny smiles, Far away by a thousand happy isles. Oh, the sea! the sea! when the wild winds roar, And its thunderous waves rush on the shore; And the dread tempest sweeps the storm-torn sky, And the world is drown’d in its madden’d cry. Oh, the sea! the sea! when the stars’ pale light Twinkle afar through the realms of night; And the silver moon looks down on the tide, O’er its undulating bosom far and wide. Oh, the sea! the sea! unchained and free; A limitless, typical mystery Of eternity; how it rolls, it rolls, And its awesome voice is warning men’s souls! Oh, the sea! the sea! what of the lone graves Of the lov’d and lost in thy unknown caves? Where are the ships of a thousand stern years? Man’s buried hopes, and his million tears? But the sea! the sea! ’tis my glowing theme, And I love to ponder beside it and dream, With the lights and shadows falling between, The weird phantom land of the might have been. Oh, the sea! the sea! when I yearn for rest, And the sun falls down in the purple west, I seek thy shadowed and wave-worn shore, And restful repose my bosom steals o’er. THE BATTLE OF LUNDY’S LANE. FOUGHT JULY 25TH, 1814. AMERICAN FORCE, 5,000; BRITISH AND CANADIANS, 2,800. The summer sun down the sky fell low, And soft, cool winds more gently did blow, And the stream swept by with resistless flow On that July eve of the long ago,-- A lovely landscape as ever was seen, And nature’s serenity crowned the scene. A gold light shimmered o’er hill and stream, And the shadows lengthened softly between. Thus o’er this beautiful Canadian land Fell the hush of nature, soothing and bland.