Labor and the Angel

by Duncan Campbell Scott

I have my ready blood.

I hear the lynx-cub yelling

In the gaunt and shaggy wood.

I hear the wolf-tongued rapid

Howl in the rocky break,

Beyond the pines at the portage

I hear the trapper wake

His En roulant ma boulé,

From the clear gloom of the lake.

Oh! take me back to the homestead,