THE LAKE 



language understood by the new generations of 

 the city born and bred, to all but a few of .whom 

 the old poetry of meadow and mountain and 

 forest and sea will be unintelligible. Perhaps 



one such is the artist-poet who sees in the smoke 

 of great chimneys "an offering as acceptable to 

 God as was the frankincense of old." 



And now there is a general scurrying to and fro, 

 to collect baggage and families, and the President 



