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Come all you young Canadian boys, wherever that you be,
I pray you pay attention and listen unto me.
It's of a true Canadian boy who volunteered to go
To break the jam on Gary's Rocks with their foreman, young Monroe.

While some of them were willing, the others they hung back.
All for to work on Sunday, they knew it was not right,
While six of our bold Canadian boys, they volunteered to go
To break the jam on Gary's Rocks with their foreman, young Monroe.

They worked away three hours or more, when the foreman he cried out,

See how the wind is hauling point by point to the south,
By the boats in the little harbor, that swing to its lightest touch;
And the coasting craft emerge from the far-off river's mouth,
And on the rocks the breakers relax their impotent clutch.

At last is the tempest ended, the bitter northeast appeased,
And the world will soon be sparkling in clear white fire and dew,
And the sullen clouds melt swiftly, by the might of warm wind seized,
And the heavens shine in splendor, where broadens the matchless blue.

You seemed a guileless youth enough,
Offering for silk your woven stuff;
But silk was not required by you:
I was the silk you had in view.

With you I crossed the ford, and while
We wandered on for many a mile
I said, " I do not wish delay,
But friends must fix our wedding-day
Oh, do not let my words give pain,
But with the autumn come again. "

And then I used to watch and wait
To see you passing through the gate;
And sometimes when I watched in vain,
My tears would flow like falling rain;

Not that I would instruct or tutor you
What is a Wife's behest, or Husband's due,
Give I this Widdow-Wife. Your early date
Of knowledge makes such praecepts slowe and late;
This Book is but your glasse. Where you shall see
What your self are, what other Wives should be.

I know no fitter Subject for your view
Then this, a meditation ripe for You,
As You for it. Which when you read you'le see
What kind of Wife your self will one Day bee.
Which happy day be neere you, and may this
Remaine with you as earnest of my wish;
When you so farr love any, that you dare
Venter your whole affection on his care,
May he, for whome you change your Virgin life,
Prove good to you, and Perfect as this Wife.

A Short HYMN, To Assist the Pauses of a SELF-EXAMINATION. The Trial of a Soul,

Believing.

My Soul , Dost thou a Precious Christ
Prize above all, & Place on High?
And on His Gospel-way to Rest ,
Rest , and with Purest Hopes rely!

Repenting.

My Soul , The Death of Every Sin
Dost thou as thy own Life pursue!
And welcome any Bitter Thing
That will more Bitter Sin Subdue?

Loving.

Nay, 'tis not a romance — in streams adolescence aboundeth.
Where? thou askest: — Apply to the poetical art.

If in this Glasse of Humours you doe find
The Passions or Diseases of your Mind;
Here without paine you safely may endure
Though not to suffer, yet to Read your Cure:
But if you nothing meet you can apply,
Then e're you need, you have a Remedy.
And I doe wish You never may have cause
To be adjoudg'd by these Phantastick Lawes.
But that this Booke's Example may be know'n
By others' Melancholy, not your Owne.

Ye may ever assume that man, as a corporate body,
Means well, but take heed never to reckon on one.

Madam, who understands you well, would sweare
That You the Life, and this Your Coppy were.