O, Lovely St. Lawrence, how many great torrents
Have raced through your bosom enroute to the sea
Away from the highlands; past beautiful islands,
Your fast flowing waters resolved to be free?

The things we term ancient to you are but transient
But touching you lightly and passing away;
You look on our childhood and vanishing wildwood
And in that brief moment our hairs turn to gray.

All down through the ages our poets and sages
Shall make of your beauty an unending theme;
They�ll sing of your glory; tell many a story
Of struggle and pleasure along your fair stream.

You separate nations, yet know not relations
Of different counties along either shore.
Their sons and their daughters shall view your clear waters
While you, mighty river, flow on evermore.


By William Stanley of Leeds County, Ontario - 1937