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TO LAKE HURON.
Huron, I stand upon thy shore,
And see thy foaming billows tossed;
I hear thy long-continued roar,
I gaze, I wonder, and am lost!
Lost, in thy waves, that upward leap;
Lost, in thy great, unfathomed deep,
Where human foot hath never trod;
Huron, thou tellest me of God!
And see thy foaming billows tossed;
I hear thy long-continued roar,
I gaze, I wonder, and am lost!
Lost, in thy waves, that upward leap;
Lost, in thy great, unfathomed deep,
Where human foot hath never trod;
Huron, thou tellest me of God!
Whether the tempest o'er thee lower,
Or sunbeams on thy breast rejoice,
Thou art a token of His power,
Thou art an echo of His voice!
He holds thee in His mighty hand,
He guides thee at His stern command,
Tunes thee to measures soft and light,
And sweeps thy strings with giant might.
Or sunbeams on thy breast rejoice,
Thou art a token of His power,
Thou art an echo of His voice!
He holds thee in His mighty hand,
He guides thee at His stern command,
Tunes thee to measures soft and light,
And sweeps thy strings with giant might.
The clear blue sky is o'er thee thrown,
Smiling as only Heaven can smile,
And thou below dost sadly moan,
Lashing thy sanded shores the while,
And mourning sadly for the dead
That rest within thy rocky bed;
And as thy waters foam and surge,
Thou sing'st for them a solemn dirge.
Smiling as only Heaven can smile,
And thou below dost sadly moan,
Lashing thy sanded shores the while,
And mourning sadly for the dead
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And as thy waters foam and surge,
Thou sing'st for them a solemn dirge.
For many a vessel, driven afar,
Has felt the fury of thy wave;
And many a bold and gallant tar
Has found in thee a gloomy grave.
A thousand hopes too bright to last,
A thousand pictures of the past,
Covered with Sorrow's sable palls,
Lie deep within thy silent halls.
Has felt the fury of thy wave;
And many a bold and gallant tar
Has found in thee a gloomy grave.
A thousand hopes too bright to last,
A thousand pictures of the past,
Covered with Sorrow's sable palls,
Lie deep within thy silent halls.
And we, who gaze on thee to-day,
And walk thy pebbled edge along,
Whiling a social hour away,
With harmless mirth and cheerful song,
When shall we gather here once more,
To view the wonders of thy shore?
I hear thy voice, old inland sea,
Saying “It nevermore may be!”
And walk thy pebbled edge along,
Whiling a social hour away,
With harmless mirth and cheerful song,
When shall we gather here once more,
To view the wonders of thy shore?
I hear thy voice, old inland sea,
Saying “It nevermore may be!”
And now, old lake, a long farewell!
Nor Anger's frown, nor Pity's tear,
Nor all the powers of earth and hell,
Can check thee in thy grand career.
When the Archangel's notes sublime
Proclaim the funeral-rites of Time,
When the last year of earth is o'er,
Then shalt thou yield, but not before!
Nor Anger's frown, nor Pity's tear,
Nor all the powers of earth and hell,
Can check thee in thy grand career.
When the Archangel's notes sublime
Proclaim the funeral-rites of Time,
When the last year of earth is o'er,
Then shalt thou yield, but not before!
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