The Rapid. St. Lawrence.

        All peacefully gliding,
        The waters dividing,
The indolent bátteau moved slowly along,
        The rowers, light-hearted,
        From sorrow long parted,
Beguiled the dull moments with laughter and song:
    "Hurrah for the Rapid! that merrily, merrily
    Gambols and leaps on its tortuous way;
    Soon we will enter it, cheerily, cheerily,
    Pleased with its freshness, and wet with its spray."

        More swiftly careering,
        The wild Rapid nearing,
They dash down the stream like a terrified steed;
        The surges delight them,
        No terrors affright them,
Their voices keep pace with their quickening speed:
    "Hurrah for the Rapid! that merrily, merrily
    Shivers its arrows against us in play;
    Now we have entered it, cheerily, cheerily,
    Our spirits as light as its feathery spray."

        Fast downward they're dashing,
        Each fearless eye flashing,
Though danger awaits them on every side;
        Yon rock - see it frowning!
        They strike - they are drowning!
But downward they speed with the merciless tide;

    No voice cheers the Rapid, that angrily, angrily
    Shivers their bark in its maddening play;
    Gaily they entered it - heedlessly recklessly,
    Mingling their lives with its treacherous spray!

Charles Sangster

Charles Sangster was a Canadian poet born on July 16, 1822, in Kingston, Ontario. Sangster is considered one of Canada's first poets of significance, and his work often reflects the Canadian wilderness and nationalist themes. Known for his collections "The St. Lawrence and the Saguenay" and "Hesperus and Other Poems and Lyrics," Sangster's poetry demonstrates a deep connection to Canadian landscapes and identity. He died on December 9, 1893. His contributions helped lay the foundation for future Canadian literature.

Charles Sangster

The Wren.

Charles Sangster, Simple Poetry

A Thought For Spring.

Charles Sangster, Simple Poetry

Sonnet: - XV.

Charles Sangster, Simple Poetry

Sonnet: - XXII.

Charles Sangster, Simple Poetry

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