. Centennial celebration at Danvers, Mass., June 16, 1852. JiKflTiaycrCosktliJiob-Uin c^itcU^^-^ J\;f 59 DAN VERS:A POEM. BY ANDREW NICHOLS INTRODUCTION. Danvers, loved name, my native place, The dearest land on the broad face Of Earth, to me,—around thee cling Lovd memories,—of these I sing; Lovd legends, which my youthful ear Drank vvith delight,—and here, yes Acre, Ive tasted all the various svi^eets, Which man in his lifes journey meets. Here too Ive suffered, mourned, and shed The tears of grief, oer loved ones dead. Committed to thy bosom lie All of the dearest that could die. A
. Centennial celebration at Danvers, Mass., June 16, 1852. JiKflTiaycrCosktliJiob-Uin c^itcU^^-^ J\;f 59 DAN VERS:A POEM. BY ANDREW NICHOLS INTRODUCTION. Danvers, loved name, my native place, The dearest land on the broad face Of Earth, to me,—around thee cling Lovd memories,—of these I sing; Lovd legends, which my youthful ear Drank vvith delight,—and here, yes Acre, Ive tasted all the various svi^eets, Which man in his lifes journey meets. Here too Ive suffered, mourned, and shed The tears of grief, oer loved ones dead. Committed to thy bosom lie All of the dearest that could die. And through their graves, I farthest see Into a blest futurity. O Danvers ! how can I forget A gem like thee so richly set, By all lifes holiest powers enchasd, And in my very heart encasd. How can I then thy call refuse, The residence of evry Muse, That has, with song, my pathway cheerd, And doubly to my soul endeard My home, sweet home, so full of charms, O how the thought with rapture warms ! Yes home, sweet home, Ive never known, Except in Danve
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