  After the cooling shower Soft is the twilight hour On the river-lake. Sweetly the plaintive note Gushes from whippoorwill's throat, Gently, gently we float, Light as a fine snow-flake, Down the river-lake. The dripping oars at rest Their murmurous music wake, And ripple o'er the breast Of the peaceful river-lake. The lovely shadows fall Like a sin-outshutting wall On the river-lake, Charming the hour and place. The holiness we trace In Nature's quiet grace Makes sacred for her sake All on the river-lake. This it is that makes Me love the wide St. Croix, The river-lake of lakes. E. L. FALES. |
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