Tadoussac

I've seen the Thousand Islands

In the beauty of the dawn;

And sailed on Lake Ontario,

When shades of night were drawn;

I've wandered in Toronto;

Climbed the "Mount" at Montreal;

Run the great St. Lawrence rapids,

Where the waters swirl and fall.

Jacques Cartier Discovering The Saint Lawrence River

Jean Antoine Theodore Gudin

(1847)

I've slept in the Chateau,

At Quebec; and known the thrill

Of rambling through the "old town"

And the fort upon the hill.

I've felt the sacred beauty

Of the splendor on Sag'nay;

The warmth of homespun blankets

That were made at Murray Bay

Three Montagnais Indian Birch Bark Wigwams

Point-Au-Pic Murray Bay

William Raphael

(1876)

But in my soul's a hunger

Once again for Tadoussac;

The endless fascination

Of its quaintness draws me back.

I hear again the mission bell

That calls the folks to prayer,

And as I walk the city streets

My heart is with them there.

Indian Church

Tadoussac, Quebec

Nora Collyer

(1947)

"Tadoussac"

A poem by Charles Bancroft