Jamaica Lake
Soft-waving sheet of water! When a boy,
My heart responded to thy look of joy;
'Twas my delight to sit upon thy shore,
And hear thy billows breaking at my feet;
Not, like the ocean's, with incessant roar,
But, like a sea-shell, low-voiced, hushed and sweet.
'Twas my delight from the uprising hill —
The great sun sinking in the crimson west —
To gaze across thy scarcely-ruffled breast,
On those dark pines that rise in grandeur still,
As high, as graceful, and as richly green,
As when in youth I loved the lovely scene.
Ah! now I fear, when oft thy smiles I see,
My heart is changed, in all, save loving thee!
My heart responded to thy look of joy;
'Twas my delight to sit upon thy shore,
And hear thy billows breaking at my feet;
Not, like the ocean's, with incessant roar,
But, like a sea-shell, low-voiced, hushed and sweet.
'Twas my delight from the uprising hill —
The great sun sinking in the crimson west —
To gaze across thy scarcely-ruffled breast,
On those dark pines that rise in grandeur still,
As high, as graceful, and as richly green,
As when in youth I loved the lovely scene.
Ah! now I fear, when oft thy smiles I see,
My heart is changed, in all, save loving thee!
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