LAKESIDE.[1]

'Tis the dearest, coolest place I can find;

There the locust and the wild grape entwined

Float their dewy fragrance ever

O'er the dancing St. Joe river

On the wings of the soft drowsy wind.

In the coziest of homes, neat and new,

Dwell its people so kind-hearted and true.

Not a wall or tower high

Mars the tender, sunlight sky,