1.Wildly round our woodland quarters Sad-voiced autumn grieves，Thickly down these swelling watersFloat his fallen leaves.
Through the tall and naked timber，Column-like and old，Gleam the sunsets of November，From their skies of gold.
2.O’er us，to the southward heading，Screams the grey wild-goose；O‘er the night-frost sounds the treadingOf the brindledmoose .
Noiseless creeping，while we’re sleeping，Frost his night-work plies；Soon his icy bridges heapingShall our log-piles rise.
3.When with sounds of smothered thunder，On some night of rain，Lake and river break asunder Winter‘s weakened chain，Down the wild March flood shall bear them To the saw-mill’s wheel，On where Steam，the slave，shall tear themWith his teeth of steel.
4.Here are mossy carpets，better Than the Persian weaves，And than Eastern perfumes sweeter Seem the fallen leaves；And a music wild and solemn From the pine tree‘s height，Rolls its vast and sea-like volume On the wind of night；-5.Make we here our camp of winter；And through sleet and snow，Pitchy knot and beechen splinterOn our hearth shall glow.Here，with mirth to lighten duty，We shall lack aloneWoman’s smile and girlhood‘s beauty，Childhood’s lisping tone.
6.But their hearth is brighter burning For our toil to-day；And the welcome of returningShall our loss repay，When，like seamen from the waters，From the woods we come，Greeting sisters，wives，and daughters，Angels of our home.
7.Not for us the measured ringing From the village spire，Not for us the Sabbath singing Of the sweet-voiced choir；Ours the old majestic temple，Whore God‘s brightness shines Down the dome so grand and ample，Propped by lofty pines.
8.Heeding truth alone，and turning From the false and dim，Lamp of toil，and altar burning，Are alike to Him.
Strike then，comrades！trade is waiting On our rugged toil；Far ships waiting for the freighting Of our woodland spoil.
9.Cheerily on the axe of labour Let the sunbeams dance，Better than the flash of sabreOr the gleam of lance .
Up，my comrades，up and doing！
Manhood’s rugged play Still renewing，bravely hewingThrough the world our way.
