  Behold the noiseless sailboat and canoe, That slowly glide upon the glassy lake, Which wedded seems to heaven’s lofty blue, And every silver cloud within its wake; The lonely youth dreams as he moves along, And who can tell what wondrous dreams they be, Fit theme, I ween, for any poet’s song, Of sadness or of gladsome reverie. There also sail the lover and his lass, They laugh and chat, and have a gleeful time, For them the golden moments swiftly pass, Since they are living in life’s summer clime, To them sweet nature’s beauty doth exist As background only to their happiness, And heav’n the blue-eyed Harriet has kist, Because their own true love they dare confess. And o’er the water strains from Lohengrin Come floating from the Grecian-pillard stand, And add enchantment to the charming scene, The wedding-scene of sky and sea and land,— The hymeneal of youth’s dreams of life, Of hearts aglow with love’s sweet fervency, Of thousand souls who here forget their strife, And for an hour their wonted misery. |
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