Sunrise On Lake Kezar

The fiery glow in the Eastern sky

     Speaks well of the coming day;

And the warm red streaks on the mountain peaks

     Like smoldering embers play.

A stillness hangs o’er the magic scene,

     Till out of some far lagoon,

On the ready ear falls the snort of deer,

     Or cry of a lonely loon.

The scent of pine from the nearby wood

     Fills one with a sense of might;

And the wakening breeze from the inland seas,

     Whets the angler’s appetite.

Then ho, for the rod and the glistening reel!

     For the skiff in the sandy bay;

For the dark blue deep where the salmon keep

     And the black bass frisk and play.

July 23, 1904