LAKE LEMAN.

QN thy famed shores I loitered many a day,

In boyhood's hours, when all was bright and fair

As thy sweet face, unstirred by breath of air

To swell the lateen-sail, that would away

To destined port, nor seem to be at play

On bluest waters, 'neath a cloudless sky,

Wher sea-birds skim along, nor deign to fly,

Or diving in thy bosom, seek their prey.

The mountains, mantled with eternal snows,

Smile, in the sunshine, on thy broad expanse,

Reflecting ever their sublime repose,

Stateliest suitors for thy gentle glance.

Enchanting beauty! Number me with those

Who feel naught can thy loveliness enhance.

A. L. H.