Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . DEERING PARK A leafy home for whispering dryads made Remains their haunt, thouo-h murmurin streetsare nearWhere Deerings Oaks, within their solemn shade, Preserve a hush, a spell, that kindles fear ;As if the bandits of good Robin Hood, Or playful fairies, trooped the paths at only hid within the listening wood When wanderers came in sight :Yet rushing trains the sturdy branches shake,And childrens laughter all the echoes wake. Beyond dividing waters, where a field Slopes to the mansion on its level brow,Sweet orchard-glades their stern trad
Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . DEERING PARK A leafy home for whispering dryads made Remains their haunt, thouo-h murmurin streetsare nearWhere Deerings Oaks, within their solemn shade, Preserve a hush, a spell, that kindles fear ;As if the bandits of good Robin Hood, Or playful fairies, trooped the paths at only hid within the listening wood When wanderers came in sight :Yet rushing trains the sturdy branches shake,And childrens laughter all the echoes wake. Beyond dividing waters, where a field Slopes to the mansion on its level brow,Sweet orchard-glades their stern traditions yield Of savage conflict centuries westward still, with fonder memories blent, A furzy pasture tells of strange delights :For there the circus held its tournament, And there, on gala fireworks magic dazed our childish eyes,Shooting its splendors to the startled skies, — Abba Goold Woolson. 31. THE DEERING MANSION A little way removed from City street,The Deering House,— a welcome, cool retreat,—•Mid shady lawns, all gleaming white is seen,Oerlooking Deerings woods and pastures green. Here Bracketts dw^elling stood, till one sad dayLate summer saw move on their stealthy wayFrom field to field, a cruel Indian band,Who swept, with blazing torch, across the land. In sweet security the mansion rests ;On swaying boughs the tuneful birds build nests,And here where historys page is soiled with stainsOf Indian wrong, ring out their glad refrains. No hint of savage strife breaks on the air,But orchard slope and garden flowers fairAnd joyous carols breathe their peaceful charmsTo hearts untouched by fear or vague alarms. — Carrie Thompson Lowell. 33
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