A LEGEND OF GOAT ISLAND

It is told in Indian story, Dim tradition of the race, How, to God's eternal glory, And through His all-saving grace, Many a warrior's heart was stirred To belief in His ever-living Word, And the Faith that saves us all, By a Priest, whose holy mission Overcame their superstition About the Island, which divides Niagara's tumultuous tides, At the brink of the mighty Fall.

"... The Island, which divides Niagara's tumultuous tides, At the brink of the mighty Fall."

"And, from a jutting shelf of stone, Saw Ni-a-gáh-ra, then unknown, Save to the red man's Race alone."

"The Priest stood up, above his head The holy Cross he raised."

"Thus, in the way the Church decrees To suppliants, tho' afar, on their knees, Was the Benediction given."

"While, like a Baldachin, o'erhead The spray-cloud, in its glory, spread."

"... On this wondrous Island's sod Before that holy man of God, Knelt their baptizéd Chief."

Of this "Legend" 100 copies were printed for private distribution only. This copy is No. ..............., and is presented to

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