  WITH dip and glide a light canoe Crept through the waters of the lake; So softly, lightly creeping through That it did not the silence break. A lantern’s penetrating glow Burned in the dark a path of light, And far-off, on its margin, lo! A pair of eyes gleamed strangely bright! The paddling ceased; there fell a hush. Then came a ringing rifle-shot— A plunge into the underbrush— Upon the beach a dark blood-clot! With dip and glide a light canoe Crept through the waters of the lake, So softly, lightly creeping through That it did not a ripple make. |
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