THE COMING OF CHAMPLAIN.

Up the St. Lawrence with well-weather'd sails

A lonely vessel clove its foaming track.

None hail'd its coming; the white floundering whales

Disported in the Bay of Tadoussac;

The wild duck div'd before its figured prow;

The painted savage spied it from the shore,

And dream'd not that his reign was ended now,—

That that strange ship a new Aeneas bore,

Whose pale-fac'd inconsiderable band

Were pioneers of an aggressive host

Of thousands, millions, filling all the land,

And‘ stablishing therein from coast to coast

This civil state, with cities, temples, marts,

Schools, laws and peaceful industries and arts.