. The town and people; a chronological compilation of contributed writings from present and past residents of the town of Woodbury, Connecticut;. sconsin. Maud Wyckoff Farrington. February 28, 1869. Jhere is no heart but hath its inner anguish. There is no eye but hath with tears been wet,Ihere is no voice but hath been heard to languishOer hours of darkness it can neer forget. There is no cheek, however bright its roses. Btit perished buds beneath its hues are hid ;No eye within its dewy light reposes. But broken star-beams tremble neath its Hd. There is no lip, howeer with laughter ringing,
. The town and people; a chronological compilation of contributed writings from present and past residents of the town of Woodbury, Connecticut;. sconsin. Maud Wyckoff Farrington. February 28, 1869. Jhere is no heart but hath its inner anguish. There is no eye but hath with tears been wet,Ihere is no voice but hath been heard to languishOer hours of darkness it can neer forget. There is no cheek, however bright its roses. Btit perished buds beneath its hues are hid ;No eye within its dewy light reposes. But broken star-beams tremble neath its Hd. There is no lip, howeer with laughter ringing, However light and gay its words may it hath trembled at some dark up-springing Of stern affliction and deep misery. We are all brothers in this land of dreaming. Yet hand meets hand and eye to eye replies;Nor deem we that beneath a brow all beaming The flower of life in broken beauty lies. Oh ! blessed Light that gilds our night of sorrow ! Oh ! Balm of Gilead for our healing found !We know that peace will come with the to-morrowAnd that afflictions spring not from the , Conn. J. Minor. wdcmuRV, cox\i:cncrT 71. MARCH. March i, 1900.— This grand old town, our place of birth, gives many varied scenes ; The lofty hills, the Sylvan dales, the rocky, deep ravines; Its street are wide, well shaded oer by trees of rarest beauty ; To curb our lawn, lay concrete walks it is our bounden duty. So that our nomes attractive are, to visitors and neighbor, A tribute high, it also pays to mans industrious labor. Weve two hotels to take in guests; also some private houses Where weary strangers can find rest, and husbands bring their spouses To spend the summer free from care, and roam our hills and valley, Get ozone fresh from natures land, from all disease theyll rally. Theres Hesky Meadow, Crystal Lake, likewise old Bacons pond, While all complete the Reservoirs a little way beyond. Its crystal stream runs through our streets, its supply neer relaxes, The hydrant
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