Poems (Davidson)/Reflections on crossing Lake Champlain in the Steamship "Phoenix"
REFLECTIONS,
ON CROSSING LAKE CHAMPLAIN IN THE STEAMBOAT "PHŒNIX."
Islet[1] on the lake's calm bosom, In thy breast rich treasures lie;Heroes! there your bones shall moulder, But your fame shall never die.
Islet on the lake's calm bosom, Sleep serenely in thy bed;Brightest gem our waves can boast, Guardian angel of the dead!
Calm upon the waves recline, Till great Nature's reign is o'er;Until old and swift-winged time Sinks, and order is no more.
Then thy guardianship shall cease, Then shall rock thy aged bed;And when Heaven's last trump shall sound, Thou shalt yield thy noble dead!
- ↑ Crab Island, on which were buried the remains of the sailors who fell in the action of September 11th, 1814.