Fair and beautiful as now.
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