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When this country it was woody,

Its great champion Mrs. Moody,

Showed she had both pluck and push

In her work roughing in the bush.

For there alone she did dwell

At time McKenzie did rebel,

Outbreak her husband strove to quell,

Her own grand struggles she doth tell.

Round bush life she threw a glory,

Pioneer renowned in story,

But her tale it is more cheering

When she wrote about the clearing.

Her other sister Mrs. Traill

Though eighty-seven she doth not fail,

She now is writing of wild flowers

Grown in Canada’s woody bowers.