REFLECTIONS,
ON CROSSING LAKE CHAMPLAIN IN THE STEAMBOAT "PHŒNIX."
Islet[1] on the lake's calm bosom,
In thy breast rich treasures lie;
Heroes! there your bones shall moulder,
But your fame shall never die.
In thy breast rich treasures lie;
Heroes! there your bones shall moulder,
But your fame shall never die.
Islet on the lake's calm bosom,
Sleep serenely in thy bed;
Brightest gem our waves can boast,
Guardian angel of the dead!
Sleep serenely in thy bed;
Brightest gem our waves can boast,
Guardian angel of the dead!
Calm upon the waves recline,
Till great Nature's reign is o'er;
Until old and swift-winged time
Sinks, and order is no more.
Till great Nature's reign is o'er;
Until old and swift-winged time
Sinks, and order is no more.
Then thy guardianship shall cease,
Then shall rock thy aged bed;
And when Heaven's last trump shall sound,
Thou shalt yield thy noble dead!
Then shall rock thy aged bed;
And when Heaven's last trump shall sound,
Thou shalt yield thy noble dead!
- ↑ Crab Island, on which were buried the remains of the sailors who fell in the action of September 11th, 1814.
