FAR in the sunset's mellow glory,
Far in the
daybreak's pearly bloom,
Fringed by ocean's foamy surges,
Belted in by woods of gloom,
Stretch thy soft, luxuriant
borders,
Smile thy shores, in hill and plain,
Flower-enamelled, ocean-girdled,
Green bright shores of
Maine.
Rivers of surpassing beauty
From thy
hemlock woodlands flow,�
Androscoggin and Penobscot,
Saco, chilled by northern snow;
These from many a lowly
valley
Thick by pine-trees shadowed o'er,
Sparkling
from their ice-cold tributes
To the surges of thy shore.
Bays resplendent as the heaven,
Starred and gemmed by
thousand isles,
Gird thee,�Casco with its islets,
Quoddy with its dimpled smiles;
O'er them swift the
fisher's shallop
And tall ships their wings expand,
While the smoke-flag of the steamer
Flaunteth out its
cloudy streamer,
Bound unto a foreign strand.
Bright from many a rocky headland,
Fringed by sands that
shine like gold,
Gleams the lighthouse white and lonely,
Grim as some baronial hold.
Bright by many an ocean
valley
Shaded hut and village shine;
Roof and steeple,
weather-beaten,
Stained by ocean's breath of brine. |
