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 Of forest, trail, and lake, and stream, Rich poems bound in green and gold, Whose leaves reflect the autumn gleam, Ere summer months are growing old;

Of camp-fires bright with dancing flame, Where dreams and visions floated free, And Rosalind with Annie's name Interpreted the dreams to me.

Lake Avalanche, with rocky wall, And Henderson's dark-wooded shore, Your echoes linger still, and call Unto my soul for evermore!

Tahawas, rising stern and grand, "Cloud-Sunderer," lift thy forehead high, Guard well thy sun-kissed mountain land, Whose lakes seem borrowed from the sky.

O Hudson, mountain-born and free, Thy youth a deep impression takes, For, mountain-guarded to the sea, Thy course is but a chain of lakes.