The snowy mountains, from the plains upborne,
Bear on the proudest peak the name of Lorne.
AT SPENCER GRANGE
UPON the heights of Sillery one day,
Led by the dryad of the fairy wood,
A daughter of the land, as bright and good
As spring's first daffodil, bade me survey
Wolfe's cove, the gleaming city with array
Of walls and pinnacles, each in a hood