LAKE QUINSIGAMOND.
Beautiful lake, with thy silvery sheen,Many a tale thou couldst tell I ween;Tales of the years long since gone by,When the wild deer and the wolf were nigh;When over thy waters fair and blue,The red man sailed in his birch canoe;When no step but his was heard on thy shoreAs he wandered thy wooded hillsides o’er.Silvery lake, thou wert then, I trow,Fair and beautiful as now.Beautiful lake, art thou happier to-day,As over thy waters, the young and gayFloat along in merry glee,Caring little for what is to beAs they send their laughter thy waters o’er,Till its echo resounds from shore to shore?Are these sounds more sweet to thy listening earThan the red man’s cry thou was wont to hear?Beautiful lake, tell me I prayWhat dost thou think of life to-day?Beautiful lake, so smooth and clear,Thou hast caused the falling of many a tear;For in thy dark and strong embraceLies many a well remembered face.Only the Infinite and thouCanst tell where rest these loved forms now;But what matters it where the form may beSince the spirit has risen unfettered and free?This thou wert powerless to enfold,Beautiful lake, in thy waters cold.Beautiful lake, I love to sitOn thy banks, and watch the white sails flitAnd hear the laugh and the merry songOf happy hearts as they glide along;Or at sunset’s hour, which is sweeter far,Ere yet appears the evening star,To watch the shadows come and go;And gazing in thy depths below,Each hill and vale, each shrub and tree,Reflected in thy face to see.Beautiful lake, thou art changeless; but weAre not what we were, neither what we shall be,From the first dawn of life, man is changing each day,And thus will it be forever and aye;For progression is part of the Infinite plan,And has ever been, since creation began.Oh, at life’s sunset hour, looking back o’er the past,May reflections of beauty, be over it cast;Even now as each hillside, and valley and tree,Beautiful lake, are seen mirrored in thee.
Beautiful lake, with thy silvery sheen,Many a tale thou couldst tell I ween;Tales of the years long since gone by,When the wild deer and the wolf were nigh;When over thy waters fair and blue,The red man sailed in his birch canoe;When no step but his was heard on thy shoreAs he wandered thy wooded hillsides o’er.Silvery lake, thou wert then, I trow,Fair and beautiful as now.Beautiful lake, art thou happier to-day,As over thy waters, the young and gayFloat along in merry glee,Caring little for what is to beAs they send their laughter thy waters o’er,Till its echo resounds from shore to shore?Are these sounds more sweet to thy listening earThan the red man’s cry thou was wont to hear?Beautiful lake, tell me I prayWhat dost thou think of life to-day?Beautiful lake, so smooth and clear,Thou hast caused the falling of many a tear;For in thy dark and strong embraceLies many a well remembered face.Only the Infinite and thouCanst tell where rest these loved forms now;But what matters it where the form may beSince the spirit has risen unfettered and free?This thou wert powerless to enfold,Beautiful lake, in thy waters cold.Beautiful lake, I love to sitOn thy banks, and watch the white sails flitAnd hear the laugh and the merry songOf happy hearts as they glide along;Or at sunset’s hour, which is sweeter far,Ere yet appears the evening star,To watch the shadows come and go;And gazing in thy depths below,Each hill and vale, each shrub and tree,Reflected in thy face to see.Beautiful lake, thou art changeless; but weAre not what we were, neither what we shall be,From the first dawn of life, man is changing each day,And thus will it be forever and aye;For progression is part of the Infinite plan,And has ever been, since creation began.Oh, at life’s sunset hour, looking back o’er the past,May reflections of beauty, be over it cast;Even now as each hillside, and valley and tree,Beautiful lake, are seen mirrored in thee.
Beautiful lake, with thy silvery sheen,Many a tale thou couldst tell I ween;Tales of the years long since gone by,When the wild deer and the wolf were nigh;When over thy waters fair and blue,The red man sailed in his birch canoe;When no step but his was heard on thy shoreAs he wandered thy wooded hillsides o’er.Silvery lake, thou wert then, I trow,Fair and beautiful as now.
Beautiful lake, with thy silvery sheen,
Many a tale thou couldst tell I ween;
Tales of the years long since gone by,
When the wild deer and the wolf were nigh;
When over thy waters fair and blue,
The red man sailed in his birch canoe;
When no step but his was heard on thy shore
As he wandered thy wooded hillsides o’er.
Silvery lake, thou wert then, I trow,
Fair and beautiful as now.
Beautiful lake, art thou happier to-day,As over thy waters, the young and gayFloat along in merry glee,Caring little for what is to beAs they send their laughter thy waters o’er,Till its echo resounds from shore to shore?Are these sounds more sweet to thy listening earThan the red man’s cry thou was wont to hear?Beautiful lake, tell me I prayWhat dost thou think of life to-day?
Beautiful lake, art thou happier to-day,
As over thy waters, the young and gay
Float along in merry glee,
Caring little for what is to be
As they send their laughter thy waters o’er,
Till its echo resounds from shore to shore?
Are these sounds more sweet to thy listening ear
Than the red man’s cry thou was wont to hear?
Beautiful lake, tell me I pray
What dost thou think of life to-day?
Beautiful lake, so smooth and clear,Thou hast caused the falling of many a tear;For in thy dark and strong embraceLies many a well remembered face.Only the Infinite and thouCanst tell where rest these loved forms now;But what matters it where the form may beSince the spirit has risen unfettered and free?This thou wert powerless to enfold,Beautiful lake, in thy waters cold.
Beautiful lake, so smooth and clear,
Thou hast caused the falling of many a tear;
For in thy dark and strong embrace
Lies many a well remembered face.
Only the Infinite and thou
Canst tell where rest these loved forms now;
But what matters it where the form may be
Since the spirit has risen unfettered and free?
This thou wert powerless to enfold,
Beautiful lake, in thy waters cold.
Beautiful lake, I love to sitOn thy banks, and watch the white sails flitAnd hear the laugh and the merry songOf happy hearts as they glide along;Or at sunset’s hour, which is sweeter far,Ere yet appears the evening star,To watch the shadows come and go;And gazing in thy depths below,Each hill and vale, each shrub and tree,Reflected in thy face to see.
Beautiful lake, I love to sit
On thy banks, and watch the white sails flit
And hear the laugh and the merry song
Of happy hearts as they glide along;
Or at sunset’s hour, which is sweeter far,
Ere yet appears the evening star,
To watch the shadows come and go;
And gazing in thy depths below,
Each hill and vale, each shrub and tree,
Reflected in thy face to see.
Beautiful lake, thou art changeless; but weAre not what we were, neither what we shall be,From the first dawn of life, man is changing each day,And thus will it be forever and aye;For progression is part of the Infinite plan,And has ever been, since creation began.Oh, at life’s sunset hour, looking back o’er the past,May reflections of beauty, be over it cast;Even now as each hillside, and valley and tree,Beautiful lake, are seen mirrored in thee.
Beautiful lake, thou art changeless; but we
Are not what we were, neither what we shall be,
From the first dawn of life, man is changing each day,
And thus will it be forever and aye;
For progression is part of the Infinite plan,
And has ever been, since creation began.
Oh, at life’s sunset hour, looking back o’er the past,
May reflections of beauty, be over it cast;
Even now as each hillside, and valley and tree,
Beautiful lake, are seen mirrored in thee.