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BY WM. ALEXANDER.
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Superior! wondrous lake! compared with thee,
What tiny lakelets doth earth’s face disclose!
Thy bright blue waters never know repose,
But, sea-like, fret, foam, rage continually—
High “pictured rocks” still battlement thy shore,
Around thee woods their sombre shadows cast,
Where Red-man pitched his wigwam in time past,