John Grosvenor Wilson
First Lines
A maiden sits with idle ball and skein,
Dearest, to thee I dedicate the fruit
Eve o'er the sacred vale -- in joyous mood
Hope and Courage rigged his spars,
O voice of the people, now thunder
On the shore of the Monarch of Lakes
One morn the prairie reached afar,
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