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ll, IIIIIIII, .77 ' “ . ""/tu ‘. . '..-*v3“\* . . _ , 0 Lake Scugog, Sept. 1950. “this then is Scugog; This the lake I've looked for with such longing. , The passing years an interest take, With all the memories thronging. ' . , The water still reflects the lights, Afar 'cross Scugog island, Somehow l feel the sounds and sights, The same upon the highland. The bus passed on from Bawmanville, Through Blackstock-and to Burketon, The rows of maples stand there still, Past farms my parents worked on. The cedars still stand in the vales, T F Here is a mill with new logs, Not all the storms or season's gales, [ Have changgd the lake of Scugog. My soul was pleased to find that here, That light Of Inspiration, V That gleam that proved to youth so dear, Has still it's expectation. To me in seemed that field and lake, Gave feeling bxknngixg,of belonging, Fresh courage from this land I take; . The Purple Hills of' longing. Upon Lake Scugog as i stand, Beside the shore reviewing, What vastymeans the Master planned, _ And still keeps on renewing. . The placid lake makes,double, sails, ' Reflected 'cross the gleaming, And on the' morrow, far dim vales, Will still enrich my dreaming. I feel that here the "Hills of Home", Are round about me lying, . And though across the land I roam, Ky thoughts ohms back, aflying. (a-flying). V _ From highest hill the lake I View, _ C)ntarior.t.. Blue in mooning, That blue and green are ever' new, T Ihe hills and vales adorning. Somehow, the sunshine through thestrees, These mighty trees along the way, That stand on wayside border, Tell where my grandSire planted, Brings thoughts of loved ones,like a breeze,And gave his best, to help the day, That sets the souh in order. When he would be supplanted, My mother's Spirit comes to me, Pray now to God, we will not fail, Like wind fram far-off places, To keep what they created; ‘Twas here she lived her life so free, And while on future's sea we sail, With friendly names and places. Their praise shall be related. (George Henry Hambley).