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Enchanted we lingered for hour after hour;
Naught broke the charmed spell but the dinner call's power,
And strange tho' to tell, yet the call sometimes vain
Must needs be repeated again and again.

Beside thee we wandered thro' all the bright day,
So careless, so thoughtless of life's changing way.
How many we loved then we'll greet here no more,
They tread now in glory, Eternity's shore.

When fierce winds of Winter the hills whistled round
And fisherman's huts scattered o'er thee were found
Tho snowdrifted, frozen, we deemed thee not drear,
But made the whole region resound with good cheer.

Thou art grand, oh Chautauqua, when clouds sweep the sky,
And kissing red lightning, white foam dashes high,
Thou art fair—oh how fair, when the sun lights the west,
And the waves wrapped in splendor sink sweetly to rest;
To murmer of all that is lovely and blest
Ah, this is the time that I love thee the best.

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