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When the croon of a rapid is heard on the breeze, With the scent of a pine-forest gloom, Or the edge of the sky is of steeple-top trees, Set in hazes of blueberry bloom, Or a song-sparrow sudden from quietness trills His delicate anthem to me, Then my heart hurries home to the Ottawa hills, Wherever I happen to be.
When the veils of a shining lake vista unfold, Or the mist towers dim from a fall, Or a woodland is blazing in crimson and gold, Or a snow-shroud is covering all, Or there's honking of geese in the darkening sky, When the spring sets hepatica free, Then my heart's winging north as they never can fly, Wherever I happen to be.
When the swallows slant curves of bewildering joy As the cool of the twilight descends, And rosy-cheek maiden and hazel-hue boy Listen grave while the Angelus ends In a tremulous flow from the bell of a shrine, Then a faraway mountain I see, And my soul is in Canada's evening shine, Wherever my body may be.