Part 2 — LAKE GEORGE.
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There is a clear and bright blue lake
Embosom’d in the rocky north;
No murmurs e’er its silence break,
As on its waves we sally forth;
The mountain bird floats high aloft,
Above his wild and craggy nest,
And gazes from his towering throne,
Upon the torrent’s sparkling breast;
While far beneath, in light and shade,
The bright green valleys frown and smile,
And in the bed sweet nature made,
The lake sleeps soft and sweet the while.
O’er many a green and lovely wild,
The golden sun-beams gaily smile;
But ’mid them all he doth not break,
As on his race he sallies forth,
On fairer scene, or sweeter lake,
Than that within the rocky north.
M. T.
Lake George, Feb., 1841.