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have we not, above all, the wealth of sun ourselves here yet a little, and then
fond, loving hearts and happy homes ; pass on where there will be no more
and have we not in those heavenly cof- change.
fers much of the riches which repay But would it not be grand, " Dav," be- good actions here? Then why be sad- fore the Master calls, to go out for an dened at the change? Life is but a series hour upon the "old playground" and of changes, each loss being made up by have another good game at " pull-away " again? or " snap-the-whip," or, better yet,
I say we are growing old : the last day " hunt the wild deer over the hills? " of school will soon be around. We may
��LAKE SUNAPEE.
��BY WILLIAM C. STUROC. I.
Once more my muse ! from rest of many a year, Come forth again and sing, as oft of yore ;
Now lead my steps to where the crags appear In silent grandeur, by the rugged shore
That skirts the margin of thy waters free,
Lake of my mountain home, loved " Sunapee!"
ii. Meet invocation to the pregnant scene,
Where, long ere yet the white man's foot had come, Roam'd wild and free the daring Algonquin,
And where, perchance the stately Metacom Inspired his braves with that poetic strain Which cheer'd the Wampanoags, but cheer'd in vain.
in. Clear mountain mirror ! who can tell but thou
Hast borne the " red man " in his light canoe, As fleetly on thy bosom as e'en now
Thou bear'st the "paleface" o'er thy waters blue; And who can tell but nature's children then, Were rich and happy as the mass of men?
IV.
Sweet Granite " Katrine " of this mountain land !
Oh jewel set amid a scene so fair! "Kearsarge," " Ascutney," rise on either hand,
While " Grantham" watches with a lover's care, And " Sunapee " to " Croydon" sends in glee A greeting o'er thy silvery breast, Lake Sunapee !
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