Chapter 1 No.1

Where the snow-world of the mountains

Fronts the sea-like world of sward,

And encamped along the prairies

Tower the white peaks heavenward;

Where they stand by dawn rose-coloured

Or dim-silvered by the stars,

And behind their shadowed portals

Evening draws her lurid bars,

Lies a country whose sweet grasses

Richly clothe the rolling plain;

All its swelling upland pastures

Speak of Plenty's happy reign;

There the bison herds in autumn

Roamed wide sunlit solitudes,

Seamed with many an azure river

Bright in burnished poplar woods.