Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . iches 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 kn
Impressions in and about Portland, Maine . iches 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-landWhere burdenless the hours fly. — Edward Clarence Faryisworth. 35. WHITE HEAD Say what amid the stormy waves, Its hoary head majestic rears ;Which yet uninjurd nobly braves The shock of tempests and of years? Dehi^htful spot ! well known, I ween,To evry son of pleasure near ; Thy lofty rocks who has not seen ?Thy lofty rocks who holds not dear? Have I not seen the painted skiffAt anchor ride beneath thy brow ? While clouds of smoke around thy cliffBetrayd the gaietv below. There have I heard the merry tale, There passd the sparkling cup around ; While rock and forest, hill and dale,With notes of merriment resound. And can a soul so dead 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 coun
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