Reflected in thy face to see.
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,