The workmanship of Nature's hand
The glamour soft of fairy land
No rarer gem than this has shown
Upon this luring realm is thrown
In power, in stateliness and pride,
As on and ever on they glide
Majestic ships the waters brave,
To crown with sail the Huron's wave
On boulder vast and current swift
While in a dreary calm I drift
Shore, isle and stream to lake deliver
The first gleams of the morning quiver
The devious lines of tree-clad shore
And flashing waters onward pour
To shapes of wondrous grace are bent
With thickly verdured isles besprent
The matin glow, the noontide blaze
The peace of old Arcadian days
--adapted from “St. Mary’s River” by John M. Talman
in _Along the Bowstring, or South Shore of Lake Superior_, by Julian Ralph, 1891, pg. 73