BY CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON From the far Sault of Sainte Marie he wanders, On, ever on, the white foam on his track By night, by day sails fleet before the wind, Until he sees the head of Fond du Lac; Yet finds not there the rest he seeks with yearning; Fron all the cliffs—and he [...]
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Lac Yet
They raise the white cross in la grande ChapeUe. As the first white man’s hymn on great Superior Sounds from the rocky church not made with hands, A phantom-boat sails in from the still offing, And at its bow an aged figure stands. The worn cords strain so full the sails are swelling, The old [...]
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Rocky Pictures,
Sail Rock,
Superior Sounds