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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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GATINEAU
POINT
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A half-breed,
slim, and sallow of face,
Alphonse lies full length on his raft,
The hardy son of a hybrid race.
Lithe and long, with the Indian grace,
Vers’d in the varied Indian craft,
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| A half-breed,
slim, and sallow of face,
He nurses within mad currents that chase—
The swift, the sluggish—a foreign graft,
This hardy son of a hybrid race.
What southern airs, what snows embrace
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Within
his breast—soft airs that waft
The half-breed—slim, and sallow of face,
Far from the Gatineau’s foaming base!
And what strong potion hath he quaff’d,
This hardy son of a hybrid race,
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That upon this sun-bak’d blister’d place
He sleeps, with his hand on the burning haft,
A Metis—slim, and sallow of face,
The hardy son of a hybrid race!
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