lives to the love and service of God, and labored with some success in His vineyard in different parts of Canada and the United States.

But she is also proud of two young talented men who used poetry to express their feelings, and immortalize events and happenings of their day, so that we too could share, even now, the events they describe.

John Bradley, born in Kelly’s Cross, was the son of Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Bradley.

Clement Flood, born in Maplewood, 1876, was the son of Mr. and Mrs. James Flood.

The expressions of love and affection that are written and sung to P.E.I. in this Centennial Year, are but later expressions of these same feelings which John Bradley incorporated in his poem of 1912, which

he entitled: “My Little Garden Island”

Yes laud the land of Uncle Sam

Its cities, plaines and streams.

And praise in song your boundless West, With all its golden dreams.

Still, there’s a land more richly blessed and dearer far to me

’Tis ever fair Prince Edward Isle

That woos the smiling sea.

Chorus

Then here’s a toast to my land,

To dear Prince Edward Island,

Of all the lands mine eyes have seen The sweetest spot to me.

Oh. ’tis a choice and rare land!

A fruitful, rich and fair land!

My little Garden Island,

That woos the smiling sea.

Luxuriant springs, the golden grain, From off the generous soil;

The waters teem with rich rewards, To bless the fishers toil.

While lovers of the rod and gun This tribute pay to thee;

The sportsman’s paradise thou art, Fair Island of the sea.

The luring waters tempt me in, Their freshness gives a glow

That e’en the fabled Lydian stream Was powerless to bestow.

And sweetly perfumed is thy breath By gentlest breezes blown,

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