Canadian poetry in English, by Bliss Carman, Lorne Pierce, and V B Rhodenizer; Toronto : Ryerson Press, [1954], page 232.
These books are available online only in "snippet view," but I was able to piece together several snippets to make the following text. (It seems to have something missing at the beginning.).
Sorry, I wasn't able to figure out the title or author:
And from the portage trail below Deschênes The pulse of paddles and A la Claire Fontaine.
I hear the ghost waves lapping on a million beaches, I hear the ghost laughter of loons down lonely reaches, The sighing of spent winds in the matted spruce And the sudden honk and splash of arrow-stricken goose.
And always I hear the stir of men slipping Down the Chaudière, their thin blades dripping, Catch the long low wraith of a bark canoe And the wild sweet chansons of a phantom crew.
Strange smells are loosed by the hurrying prows— Wood-smoke, trade rum, dried balsam boughs; Strange smells steeped from the drip of years And dyed with the stuff of dead dreams and tears.
Into the wash and waste of thy brave debris Drifting through the dark night toward a dark sea, Into thy silent keeping receive from me The gleam of one more broken dream, O Ottawa!