MY ADIRONDACK LODGE. 



L. C. WHITON. 



Far from the city's strife, 



Here I rejoice, 

 Hushed by the wildwood life, 



Lulled by its voice. 



Give me my wildwood home, 



Release from care, 

 Far from man's haunts to roam, 



Free as the air. 



Mine's not the merriment 



Of gay resorts; 

 Not heart and soul intent, 



In social sports. 



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 But this my forest home 



Is my delight, 

 Its roof is heaven's dome, 



Boundless in height. 



When daylight gives its cheer, 



Pass I the hours, 

 Watching for antler'd deer, 



'Neath wooded bowers. 



Then at the twilight hour, 

 At babbling brooks, 



Testing the angler's power, 

 With feathered hooks. 



And, when the day is done, 

 Then free from care, 



Kissed by the setting sun, 

 To God the prayer. 



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