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RECREATION. 



WHERE LEAPS THE OUANANICHE. 

 E. L. Tiffany, M.D. 



Deep in the forest, grim and old, 

 Far from the busy haunts of men, 



The sunny cascade woos the bold 

 Into the shadows of its glen. 



Weird is the secret Nature holds, 

 Of how that chasm vast was cleft 



Down through the mountain's Titan folds, 

 Scatt'ring the hills to right and left. 



In the swift rapids hurrying by, 

 Care-free the anglers gaily fish, 



And patient cast the gaudy fly 

 Where lurks the wily ouananiche. 



Can we forget it, you and I, 



That sheltered nook, where, free from 

 trouble, 

 On mossy bank content to lie, 



We watched the whirlpool boil and bubble ? 



The falling water's silvery sheen, 



Those tow'ring walls of rock, moss-grown, 

 Girt by a frame of living green; 



A wondrous picture, all our own. 



The envious sunbeams, peeping through 

 Our thatch of hemlock boughs, that made 



Upon the fern leaves, wet with dew, 

 A thousand fleeting forms of shade; 



The rock that from a pine tree tall, 



A muezzin from his minaret, 

 Sent up to Allah his clarion call; 



Methinks I see them even yet. 



While life shall last — and waters play 

 In light and shadow as of yore — 



Fond mem'ries of that happy day 

 Will come to cheer us o'er and o'er. 



As up the steeps of youth we press, 

 Or tread the slope of age along, 



Our hearts shall never cease to bless 

 The sunny cascade's laughing song. 



"IN BERRY TIME. 

 Amateur Photo by Frank E. Foster. 



