Falmouth-by-the-sea : the Naples of America . Old Falmouth Salts.—All Captains in the Days of Beautiful Falmoufb* |\|ESTLED down by the waves that rideOn ebb and flow of the restless tide,On uplands leaning- east and west,Her garments sweeping Nobsquis crest,Flowerlike, opening neath sunny skies,Falmouth, beautiful Falmouth, lies. Loveliest ponds dot her domain, Rafts of lilies at anchor lain ; And Five-Mile Brook, where trout abound, Ripples on till it finds the Sound: Sunsets glow like Italian skies Where Falmouth, beautiful Falmouth, lies. The sea breeze comes with a caress,The we

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Falmouth-by-the-sea : the Naples of America . Old Falmouth Salts.—All Captains in the Days of Beautiful Falmoufb* |\|ESTLED down by the waves that rideOn ebb and flow of the restless tide,On uplands leaning- east and west,Her garments sweeping Nobsquis crest,Flowerlike, opening neath sunny skies,Falmouth, beautiful Falmouth, lies. Loveliest ponds dot her domain, Rafts of lilies at anchor lain ; And Five-Mile Brook, where trout abound, Ripples on till it finds the Sound: Sunsets glow like Italian skies Where Falmouth, beautiful Falmouth, lies. The sea breeze comes with a caress,The weary heart and frame to bless;Thrush and pewees the woods green grasses to rest invite ;Aye, Nature looks with loving eyesWhere Falmouth, beautiful Falmouth, lies. Mrs. Frances E. Swift. 124

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