Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . THE FIRST PARISH VANE Over the city hangs a mist,And the smell of the sea brings a thought of storm ;About the chimneys the smoke wreaths twist,And under the eaves the pigeons swarm ;East, north-east, like the finger of doom,Stcadilv pointing into the gloom,On theFirst Parish Spire is plainly seenThe vane which a century there hath oiveth it not a kiss ;Shadows it cleaves like the shadows of death. —James P. Baxter, 19. CITY HALL Adown the busy street we pass where onceOur citys pride reflected hom her ciomeDeparting day ; its last brigh

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Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . THE FIRST PARISH VANE Over the city hangs a mist,And the smell of the sea brings a thought of storm ;About the chimneys the smoke wreaths twist,And under the eaves the pigeons swarm ;East, north-east, like the finger of doom,Stcadilv pointing into the gloom,On theFirst Parish Spire is plainly seenThe vane which a century there hath oiveth it not a kiss ;Shadows it cleaves like the shadows of death. —James P. Baxter, 19. CITY HALL Adown the busy street we pass where onceOur citys pride reflected hom her ciomeDeparting day ; its last bright golden gleamFalling on wearied traveller hastning home. Its simple grandeur tilled our hearts alikeWith joy and veneration. For we sawLpreared in stone, a massive shapely pileKeeping its guard oer order and oer law. Destroying flames have done their cruel workHut from the past, a host of memories riseAnd cling around thy dear familiar walls,No more uplifted to the waiting skies. — Carrie TJiompson Loi<eII.

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