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Maxinkuckee, crystal lake! the rippling Waters
Reflect the loveliness of summer skies;
And oft me thinks the dark-haired Indian daughters
Bent o'er thy silvery depths with wondering eyes
From forest glade the swarty chief emerging.
Delighted paused, thy matchless charms to view,
Then to thy flower-gemmed border slowly verging,
I see him o'er thy placid bosom urging,
His light canoe.

unknown, 1898
Souvenir Edition, Culver Herald