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