The Lake at Sunset: A Poem

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GROUNDWORK FOR GOVERNMENT AND LEADERSHIP. 489

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THE LAKE AT SUNSET.

[The following poem by Mr. Arthur J. Burdick, if reference to the ^'verdant tinge cast by the forest green," were omitted, might stand for a description of sunset on our own lake — and hence we reproduce it from

the collection of the author's poems under the title "Just Jingles." Uditors.]

The glaring sun has sought the mists that hover in the west; The wanton wind has tired of play and gently sunk to rest; The lake lies placid 'mid the fields and rugged, tree-clad hills, Fed by the river of the plain and singing mountain rills.

Belated swallows gaily skim its waters clear and bright; And far across its calm expanse the golden, glancing light — The parting kiss of the warm sun spreads glory on the scene, And tints with gold the verdant tinge cast by the forest green.

The sun slips gently out of sight adown the western sky, And darker grow the shadows that upon the waters lie; The swallows seek their forest homes and chirp themselves to rest; And birds of night come forth to sport above the lake's calm breast.

The gold fades from the sunset sky; the bright stars gleam and glow. And view their sparkling, mirrored forms within the lake below; A passing breeze the calm lake stirs, with tender touch and light; And rippling echoes seem to breathe the world a fond good-night. Arthur J. Burdick.