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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kenoza Lake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Adam did in Paradise,<br>To-day the primal right we claim<br>Fair mirror of the woods and skies,<br>We give to thee a name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lake of the pickerel!--let no more<br>The echoes answer back, 'Great Pond,'<br>But sweet Kenoza, from thy shore<br>And watching hills beyond,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let Indian ghosts, if such there be<br>Who ply unseen their shadowy lines,<br>Call back the ancient name to thee,<br>As with the voice of pines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shores we trod as barefoot boys,<br>The nutted woods we wandered through,<br>To friendship, love, and social joys<br>We consecrate anew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here shall the tender song be sung,<br>And memory's dirges soft and low,<br>And wit shall sparkle on the tongue,<br>And mirth shall overflow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Harmless as summer lightning plays<br>From a low, hidden cloud by night,<br>A light to set the hills ablaze,<br>But not a bolt to smite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In sunny South and prairied West<br>Are exiled hearts remembering still,<br>As bees their hive, as birds their nest,<br>The homes of Haverhill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They join us in our rites to-day;<br>And, listening, we may hear, erelong,<br>From inland lake and ocean bay,<br>The echoes of our song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kenoza! o'er no sweeter lake<br>Shall morning break or noon-cloud sail,--<br>No fairer face than thine shall take<br>The sunset's golden veil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long be it ere the tide of trade<br>Shall break with harsh-resounding din<br>The quiet of thy banks of shade,<br>And hills that fold thee in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still let thy woodlands hide the hare,<br>The shy loon sound his trumpet-note,<br>Wing-weary from his fields of air,<br>The wild-goose on thee float.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy peace rebuke our feverish stir,<br>Thy beauty our deforming strife;<br>Thy woods and waters minister<br>The healing of their life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sinless Mirth, from care released,<br>Behold, unawed, thy mirrored sky,<br>Smiling as smiled on Cana's feast<br>The Master's loving eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the summer day grows dim,<br>And light mists walk thy mimic sea,<br>Revive in us the thought of Him<br>Who walked on Galilee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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To-day the primal right we claim
Fair mirror of the woods and skies,
We give to thee a name.

Lake of the pickerel!--let no more
The echoes answer back, 'Great Pond,'
But sweet Kenoza, from thy shore
And watching hills bey..."></div>
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