. The American angler. Fishing. ?"^^?^^^S^ii'i>'^^ii^s^S^^^i,^^^^^^^. %4 ^ CANANDAIGUA LAKE. BY C. T. MITCHELL, M. D. Fair Canandaigua! boldly I proclaim Thy wondrous beautj^, and time-honored name. Fairest of all thy sisters in the chain, And loveliest dewdrop in our state's domain, Thy presence here in wonder makes me ask. If by design God undertook the task To beautify the landscape, or to spread A bounteous table from which man is fed? I recognize His Goodness, and give thanks. As oft 1 spend a day upon thy banks; Content am 1, as 1 enjoy thy grace. In angler's heart to give thee f
. The American angler. Fishing. ?"^^?^^^S^ii'i>'^^ii^s^S^^^i,^^^^^^^. %4 ^ CANANDAIGUA LAKE. BY C. T. MITCHELL, M. D. Fair Canandaigua! boldly I proclaim Thy wondrous beautj^, and time-honored name. Fairest of all thy sisters in the chain, And loveliest dewdrop in our state's domain, Thy presence here in wonder makes me ask. If by design God undertook the task To beautify the landscape, or to spread A bounteous table from which man is fed? I recognize His Goodness, and give thanks. As oft 1 spend a day upon thy banks; Content am 1, as 1 enjoy thy grace. In angler's heart to give thee fondest place. More pleased were I if I coujd true and well, In rhyme'd words thj'wond'rous history tell. That we together, on this festal night, In thy romance might revel with delight; But as I glance across thy changeful face, I see no clue whereby thy life to trace; No written line on mouldy parchment found In sealed vault far hidden under ground. Can point me to the day that gave thee birth. And laid thee in the lap of inother earth; Or fixed the boundary of thy waveless tide Between the verdant hills on either side. Unnumbered ages of on-sweeping time, Have brushed across thy placid face sublime; Rude storms have tossed thee roughly as they beat Thy rocky shores, and forked lightning's heat Has often tried by direst fear to wrest This birth-right secret from thy sealed breast. Dark woody glens, down which wild stream- lets leap. In undiscovered graves their secrets keep ; The mystic past, concealed in Nature's womb, Abode in silence 'midst their leafy gloom. Till in the book of Nature man's proud mind Did haply there a true solution find Of this vexed problem, how and when thy birth Took place at just this Eden spot of earth. E'er yet light streaming from the eastern sky. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the
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