LAKE CANEPO.
When cradled on thy placid breast
In hushed content I loved to muse,
Too full the heart, too sweet the rest,
For thought and speech to interfuse.
But now, when thou art shrined afar,
Like Nature’s chosen urn of peace,
Remembrance, like the evening star,
Begins a vigil ne’er to cease.
Each mossy rock, each fairy isle,