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ON Menona Lake afloat,
Lightly rocked a little boat;
Laughing, caught the speckled trout.
On Menona Lake afloat,
Drifted slow the little boat;
Dreamy silence all about.
Lashes long and azure eyes
Where mysterious lights arise,
Giving swift magnetic thrills.
Homeward meadows wandered through,
Tangled woods explored anew,
Brown eyes meet
Blue eyes sweet,
Swift surprise each bosom fills.
Moonlight strolls through ivy bowers,
Dances chasing happy hours;
Strew the bower benches drear.
Winter storms may come and go,
Ever this we surely know, -
Joy smiles o'er meadows sere.
Howling winds their courses run,
Lower sinks the autumn sun,
Lips have met,
Eyes are wet,
While the steamer parts from shore.
Though the summer boats now glide
On Menona's peaceful tide,
Eyes of blue,
Will return, ah! nevermore.
Summer skies their colors trace
On the lakelet's glassy face;
Haunts Menona's reedy shores;
And when sunset's golden ray
Night is chasing fast away,
Softly ply its broken oars.
C. W. S.
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