Friends Lake
– A poem by a summer guest at the Inn –

A little gem the mountains hold
In setting rich and rare;
No sapphire in a ring of gold
Has beauty half so fair.

It mirrors pines and birches white,
In waters still and clear:
And then, in changing wind and light,
The sparkling waves appear.

The sunset glow of evening sky
Is caught within its breast.
And held, until the shadows lie
Upon the world at rest.

As in our boat we glide along,
Before the fall of night.
The wood thrush sings his sweetest song,
And fills us with delight.

Such moonlight we have never seen,
While in the city pent,
As floods the lake with silver sheen,
Until the night is spent.