Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . ON CAPE ELIZABETH Deep azure wrought with threads of golden sheen,—Silver-gray the interhning fair,—Earths cloud-robe floats adown a sea of the deep ocean tranquilly betweenCliffs of dulse brown and isles of emerald willows, pensi^•e, bow ; in xesture rareProud oaks attend the queenly maple ; thereThe pine reigns monarch of the sylvan skiffs, the oceans white-robed children sleep, Nor toss in slumber in her fondling on the main, birds rest on southward hovers, pinions spread, oer land and deep. H
Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . ON CAPE ELIZABETH Deep azure wrought with threads of golden sheen,—Silver-gray the interhning fair,—Earths cloud-robe floats adown a sea of the deep ocean tranquilly betweenCliffs of dulse brown and isles of emerald willows, pensi^•e, bow ; in xesture rareProud oaks attend the queenly maple ; thereThe pine reigns monarch of the sylvan skiffs, the oceans white-robed children sleep, Nor toss in slumber in her fondling on the main, birds rest on southward hovers, pinions spread, oer land and deep. Her wings soft zephyrs lulling hearts rests the Finite in the Infinite. — Margaret E, Jordan. 39. THE SPELL OF THE SHORE Ah ! to wake in the purple morning, Ere the golden stars grow dim ; —To hear from the wind-swept pine trees The breath of their morning hymn :To drink from the fragrant ocean Of the perfumed air aboveAnd to feel in the soft, cool darkness The touch of Almighty Love : —This — this is the spell that binds us To the golden shores of MaineAnd that hlls our hearts with longing When the summer comes again. To bathe in the sparkling waters, To lie on the wind-swept shore,Where the murmur of pines is mingled With the mighty oceans roar ;To follow from some bare hill-top The curve of the rock-rimmed sea,With its island-dotted harbors. Where the breeze flows fair and free : —To bask in the golden sunshine. To roam on the ope n —this is the summers glory, Ah, this is the life for me ! But when, with the cool Se])tember, The summer days have we turn once more to the city And the toil for our daily our pulses throb with power. And with ea
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