THE SASKATCHEWAN STREAM.

Mr. Delaney while in Ontario on a visit from the North-West, in the year 1882, for the purpose of taking back a bride, gave vent to the following beautiful words:

I long to return to the far distant West,
  Where the sun on the prairies sinks cloudless to rest,
Where the fair moon is brightest and stars twinkling peep;
  And the flowers of the wood soft folded in sleep.

Oh, the West with its glories, I ne'er can forget,
  The fair lands I found there, the friends I there met,
And memory brings back like a fond cherished dream;
  The days I have spent by Saskatchewan stream.

By dark Battle river, in fancy I stray,
  And gaze o'er the blue Eagle Hills far away,
And hark to the bugle notes borne o'er the plain,
  The echoing hills giving back the refrain.

Ah, once more I'll go to my beautiful West,
  Where nature is loveliest, fairest and best:
And lonely and long do the days to me seem,
  Since I wandered away from Saskatchewan stream.

Ontario, home of my boyhood farewell,
  I leave thy dear land in a fairer to dwell,
Though fondly I love thee, I only can rest,
  'Mid the flower strewn prairie I found in the West.

And as by the wide rolling river I stray,
  Till death comes at night like the close of the day,
The moon from the bright starry heavens shall gleam
  On my home by the banks of Saskatchewan stream.