Sang as he swam on the glimmering lake,
Sang to the splash and thud of the waves,
As the hills reëchoed his wild, laughing call,
This is the song of Champlain!
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The day was bright, and the sun was warm, as I rocked on the waters I love,
And the scent of the hemlocks blew fresh from the shore, and the coo of the gray, mourning dove.
Afar down the lake came the voice of my mate, as he heard my laughing refrain,
And we laughed at each other, like sister and brother, then dove, and laughed once again.
But see, down the lake comes a strange, thrilling sight, ’tis a sight fit for gods to behold,