Acadiensis/Volume 1/Number 3/An Acadian Monarch
An Acadian Monarch.
THE MOOSE.
Hail! gallant roamer of the boundless woods,
Where thou dost reign a veritable king,
Whose castles are the forest solitudes,
To thee I sing.
Where thou dost reign a veritable king,
Whose castles are the forest solitudes,
To thee I sing.
When striding o'er the springy heath or moss
In some lone glade, how stately dost thou tread,
And, scenting danger, bravely sniff, and toss
Thy massive head.
In some lone glade, how stately dost thou tread,
And, scenting danger, bravely sniff, and toss
Thy massive head.
Far from the cities' turmoil, grime and din,
Thou'rt prone thy early morning baths to take,
And gaily splash, and dash, and gambol, in
Some placid lake.
Thou'rt prone thy early morning baths to take,
And gaily splash, and dash, and gambol, in
Some placid lake.
Thy regal looks are not cast wholly off—
It even tends to heighten thy renown—
When in the winter Nature bids thee doff
Thy antler crown.
It even tends to heighten thy renown—
When in the winter Nature bids thee doff
Thy antler crown.
Around thy sylvan haunts the sachem swart,
To win thy scalp in watchful ambush lies,
And paleface sportsmen know too well thou art
A royal prize.
To win thy scalp in watchful ambush lies,
And paleface sportsmen know too well thou art
A royal prize.
Like human monarchs, thou hast cause to dread
Those wanton slayers' deadly craft and skill,
Who, with their blades of steel or cones of lead,
Are proud to kill.
Those wanton slayers' deadly craft and skill,
Who, with their blades of steel or cones of lead,
Are proud to kill.
Then gallant roamer of the boundless woods,
Brilliant of eye, alert, and strong of frame,
Thou art amongst our forest solitudes
The king of game.
Brilliant of eye, alert, and strong of frame,
Thou art amongst our forest solitudes
The king of game.
St. John, 1901.