Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . 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
Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . 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. RIVERTON PARK Kind Nature, when the mood inspires, Will scatter riches of her storeFrom purple morn till sunset fires. And gem the twilight more and more. Behold this spot ! her lavish hand Has touched the wood, the stream, the sky,Till all the charms of fairy-land Enhance the hours which careless i^y. Throughout yon valley shines the stream ; Along its calm no ripple wakes ;Alive the shadowed branch doth seem Whereon the shadowed leaflet shakes. The over-arching green, which rootsIn grassy slope or steep descent, Lines either shore where alvvay flutesThe bird his joy or his lament. These rustic paths fair Flora arbors found by every wind Which from the fragrant forest , hastening, leaves the June behind. Beside this grove Presumpscot glides,This grove to pleasure dedicate ; Here Music pours melodic tides Whilst banished Care without doth wait. Long shall it wait! Kind Natures handTouched all the wood, the stream, the sky, When first she planned this fairy-landWh
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