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IN MEMORIAM. 



"THE WHITE LAKE CKEEK." 



A SKETCH, BY REV. 



HUNTINGTON. 



How lone and beautiful this place ! Here flow 



The White Lake's waters, forcing 'midst the rocks 



Their foamy pathway. High overhead the trees 



Of this wild forest-track branch wide around, 



Forming vast, vaulted chambers, wrapped in shade 



Cool and delicious. Down the varying stream 



Tempting the trout from his cold haunts, 



We pass ; but not with eye unmindful now, 



Nature, of thy wild beauty, we renew 



Our wanderings along this lonely creek. 



The laurels tangled on the banks forbid 



The sportsman's steps upon the shore ; nor, now 



That June's rejoicing sun ie reigning high, 



Need he regret his steps must be along 



The pebbly channels of the cooling stream. 



Or if we rest upon some open bank, 



Still cooling visions shall delight us ; rocks 



Dripping with foam, and beautiful with moss ; 



The shadowy haunt, above, of orioles, 



The glassy cove of yon old trout, who scorns 



Our fly and squirming bait, but darts like thought 



At every luckless miller fluttering by, 



With startling and exciting splash 



These shall our thoughts beguile," 



