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While the work of the old glaciers on every side 



are seen ; 

 The Age of Ice has eaten basins in the ancient 



rock; 

 While the stone upon the hillside lie in many 



polished block. 



A glorious scene of beauty, scarce marred by 



human hand, 

 Few boats upon the water, no farmers till the 



land. 

 Five hundred miles we've traveled, by lake and 



hill, and brake, 

 Upon earth's rocky bosom our westward way we 



take. 



While the gleaming surface of Superior's mighty 



lake 

 Indent the land around us, a glowing picture 



make, 



Arrayed in living colors, a fairy isle is seen. 

 Ked boulders strew the hillside, a background 



for the green. 



The famous waters of Columbia's inland sea 

 Separate two nations of brave men true and free. 

 No forts on either border; no soldiers pace the 



shore, 

 No Dreadnaught plows the water, no mighty 



cannon roar. 



