Chapter 13 LAKE CHAMPLAIN

How richly glows the water's breast,

Before us tinged with evening's hues,

When facing thus the crimson west,

The boat her silent course pursues,

And see how dark the backward stream,

A little moment past so smiling!

And still perhaps some faithless gleam,

Some other loiterer beguiling.

Such views the youthful bard allure,