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Pleasant memories it awakes,

When musing on our northern lakes;

For there I saw a charming Reed,

A friend to me in hour of need.

I wished to cross to other shore,

And deftly she did ply the oar,

And o’er the Lake me swiftly bore.

I was plunged in deep despair,

Before I met this charming fair;

I could not go around by land,

And I felt like shipwrecked on the strand;

Until fair vision hove in sight

Graceful as a fairy sprite.

May she be blest, is the desire

Of her true friend James McIntyre.