66 EAU DE LYON—LINES ON VERSOIX. [PART I. 
The scenery however would alone quite repay the 
fisherman. The other stream, the “Eau de Lyon,” 
or “London” (as it is sometimes called), joins. 
the Rhone about twelve miles below Geneva. 
This, also flowing from the Jura in a clear stream, 
runs, for some miles above the river, through an 
open country, mostly clothed with juniper, and 
nearly the whole of it can be, thus far, easily 
commanded. It abounds with Trout and Gray- 
ling, but the Trout do not generally run so large 
there as in the Versoix. 
The following lines—a well-merited tribute to 
the charms of the Versoix—were sent me by a 
friend, with whom I had passed some long-to-be- 
remembered days by its banks. 
VERSOIX. 
Aye! many a pleasant day was ours 
Where the crystal Versoix ran 
To end its brief, pure, glittering course 
In the bosom of blue Leman. 
There was joy in the fresh clear dawn of day, 
There was joy in the glowing noon, 
And a deeper joy in our homeward way 
By the light of the quiet moon. 
There was joy in the path ’neath the old oaks’ shade, 
Through the wood so calm and cool; 
There was joy in the roar of the far cascade, 
There was joy in the deep still pool. 
