"Like diamonds thy waters,
Like velvet thy trees,
So pure is the air,
So soft is the breeze,
That I'm loathe to leave thee,
And from God I implore,
The Grace to return again to thy shore"
by Edith M. Dolan
Sept. 13, 1936
..as written in the old camp "Shawondasee" logbook, by my grandmother
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