Lake Michigan

Kate Harrington

Written during the Jubilee at Chicago

While thousands throng each crowded mart,
And gaze around in mute surprise,
I turn with an adoring heart
To thee, fair mirror of the skies.
Yet not in silence can I pour
My full heart out, fair Lake, to thee,
So, humbly kneeling on thy shore,
I chant thy praise, my Jubilee.

The purple clouds are all drawn back
From heaven's blue vault, that I may trace
Its distant verge, —its shining track
Held to thy heart in close embrace.
The roseate flush that tinged the sky
Has slowly turned to burnished gold,
And every wave that hurries by
Clasps all of sunlight it can hold.

I saw thee not, Lake Michigan,
When all aglow, — a sheet of flame;
When forth the frenzied people ran
To shriek for help, to call thy name.
Chicago, thine own cherished bride,
Thou mightst not succor, couldst not save;
But fettered lay as flames spread wide
And scooped for her a yawning grave.

The loss was ours; we mourned with thee
That she should fall, — a nation mourned;
Nor deemed we then we e'er should see
Her hopes restored, her strength returned.
"Forever lost, forever gone!"
Came through thy murmuring wavelets' swell;
"Forever lost, forever gone!"
We echoed back, — her funeral knell.

Yet now, so soon, a wondering throng
Crowd to thy shore in hushed surprise,
And there behold (grand theme for song)
Chicago, Phoenix-like, arise.
A world lamented when she fell,
And now, 'neath turret, tower, and dome,
A multitude of voices tell
Her year of Jubilee has come.

Chicago, City of the Lake,
Bride of this lovely inland sea,
Thy resurrection-glories wake
A dream of what thou yet shalt be.
Undaunted in thy darkest hour,
Thyself hast brought the awakening dawn;
Thy energy has been the power
That led, and still shall lead thee on.

The Chicago Fire of 1871 destroyed most of the central part of the city. About four square miles was burned. Some 200 people lost their lives.