The Boy Brave

The Boy Brave

by Lyman H. Sproull

Bedecked in his bright eagle feather,

Which waved o'er the brow of the brave,

He emerged thro' the soft, hazy weather,

And took to his boat on the wave;

And paddled away - away -

In the shade of the fast falling day,

In the stern of his little canoe.

The sunset grew softer and softer,

And smiled on the watery scroll.

I shaded my eyes and looked after

This free, unapproachable soul;

And I saw but a speck on the crest 

Of the lakelet afar to the west,

Where he rowed in his little canoe.