A-gon-he-geh on the Quinte

Green meadow-ledges creep adown
The happy blossoming shore
Where crystal waters rushing crown
Fair Quinte's glamorous floor.

The golden water-lilies sleep
Where the tall dark rushes sway,
Betwixt the brink and the waters deep
Of the sand bar's gleaming way.

The angel winged sea-gulls ride
The delightful white-capped waves,
And stately lake boats slowly glide
Over Quinte's mystic caves.

August 1925            By Teressa Brant

A-gon-ha-geh ---- meaning Summer

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