In the Village of Viger

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Has startled with prosaic hoof,

Beneath the willows in the shade,

The wooing of a pretty maid;

And traced the sharp or genial air

Of human nature everywhere:

Might find perchance the wandered fire,

Around St. Joseph’s sparkling spire;

And wearied with the fume and strife,

The complex joys and ills of life,

Might for an hour his worry staunch,