Where the bison and elk o’er the broad prairie sweep,
And the hero of labour has conquered a farm?
Ah, then come away, as a brother should come,
For our fathers had birth in the same island home.
J. B. Syme.
Oh! never let us lightly fling
The barb of woe to wound another;
Oh! let us never haste to bring
The cup of sorrow to a brother.
Each has the power to wound, but he