The Bay of Quinte.
O lovely Bay of Quinte!
Rolling on in tranquil flow,
Thine azure bosom tinted
By the sunset’s ruddy glow—
I might roam thro’ every country,
I might sail o’er every sea,
And never find a place more fair
Than Quinte is to me.
No rugged cliffs nor mountains
Outline thy tranquil shore,
But O the peaceful scenery!
No heart could wish for more.
Thy sloping hills and valleys
All clad in freshest green,
O fairer shores than Quinte’s
No mortal eye hath seen.
I love thee, Bay of Quinte!
I love thy pleasant shores,
Thou art entwined with memories
Of childhood’s vanished hours.
Oft have I stood upon the shores
Thy dancing wavelets kiss
And thought “’Tis but in Heaven
There are fairer scenes than this.”
I love the Bay of Quinte,
And when this life is o’er
And I with joyous steps will tread
Dear Quinte’s side no more,
Oh! let me sleep by Quinte’s side,
More sweet would be my rest
Beside the pleasant waters
I have always loved the best.
