The following lines, suggested by a visit to the lake, are from the Hudson River Chronicle : --

TO CROTON LAKE.

How mildly beams the moou's pale light,

As o'er tliy breast wc gaily glide ; Her silvery lustre chaniis the night,

As swift we float along the tide. Unruffled calm tli_v bosom lies,

Save where the oars the stillnecs break ; Nor do tlie br0c7.cs dare to rise,

To mar thy beauty, Croton Lake.

a Distumell'ri Gaziltcer of \. Y. h Di-tnriieirs Gazetteer ot N. Y. c IbiO.

704 HISTORY OF THE COUNTY OF WESTCHESTER.

The purest joys that friendship yields,

We here in rich profusion taste, While busy thought roams o'er the fields

Of memory, bri^iditening from the past ; Sweet recollections ciowd the mind,

With former scenes of purest bliss ; While uow, ,1 siveet delight v,-e find

In musing o'er past happiness.

N"ow is the hour of tranquil peace,

Wldle gliding o'er thy fair exp.anse ; All fierce, trumultuous passions cease,

And heavenly joys the soul eutrauco ; > The hallowed fellowship of friends

We here with rich delight partake, ISTor o'er, till this esisicnce ends,

Shall we its memory dear forsake.

But list I the hour sounds to deprtrt.

And thy bright shores we leave with pain ; Thou ever shalt be near my heart,

While life or thought or hope remain ; The friends I here have found, shall be

Dear to my heart till life forsake ; And often shall I think of thee.