Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . be found, Who neer has strayd thy woods among Who took no pleasure in the soundOf echoes from the rocks that rung ? Ah, often from thy lofty steeps, With caution creeping from the wood. The fox perhaps by moonlight peeps,Below u|)on the rolling flood. 37 There Ive surveyed the ocean blue,There gazd upon the jj^reen isles near, While countless sails would rise to countless sails would disappear. Twas silent, save when in his flightThe crow his frequent clamors gave, Save when the hawk from loftv heightDashed headlong in the foaming wave. And t
Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . be found, Who neer has strayd thy woods among Who took no pleasure in the soundOf echoes from the rocks that rung ? Ah, often from thy lofty steeps, With caution creeping from the wood. The fox perhaps by moonlight peeps,Below u|)on the rolling flood. 37 There Ive surveyed the ocean blue,There gazd upon the jj^reen isles near, While countless sails would rise to countless sails would disappear. Twas silent, save when in his flightThe crow his frequent clamors gave, Save when the hawk from loftv heightDashed headlong in the foaming wave. And there perhaps full many a pair In converse sweet ha\e bent their way ; Have talked of love and prosjKcts of declining day. Perhaps, too, footsteps of desjxiir. This sweet retreat could frequent show, Who sought from agonizing careA refuge in the wave below. Delightful spot ! while life is mineIll wander on thy sea-beat shore ; F^rom rock to rock still love to still thy shady wood explore. — Nathaniel Deering. 38. ON CAPE ELIZABETH Deep azure wrought with threads of golden sheen,—Silver-gray the interhning fair,—Earths cloud-robe floats adown a sea of the deep ocean tranquilly betweenCliffs of dulse brown and isles of emerald willows, pensi^•e, bow ; in xesture rareProud oaks attend the queenly maple ; thereThe pine reigns monarch of the sylvan skiffs, the oceans white-robed children sleep, Nor toss in slumber in her fondling on the main, birds rest on southward hovers, pinions spread, oer land and deep. Her wings soft zephyrs lulling hearts rests the Finite in the Infinite. — Margaret E, Jordan. 39
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