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IN MEMOKIAM. 



"THE "WHITE LAKE CBEEK. V 



A SKETCH, BY REV. G. HUNTINGTON. 



' How lone and beautiful tliis place I Here flow 

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

 Their foamy pathway. High o'erhead 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 bis cold haunts, 

 We pass ; but not with eye unmindful dow, 

 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 is 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 Btartling and exciting splash — 

 These shall our thoughts beguile. 11 



