fiskeemen's memorial and record book 



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THAT SUMMER DAY AT NORMAN'S WOE. 



BY GEORGE H. PEOCTEB. 



Mem'ry, lend your magic powers, 

 Retrace the pictures one by one; 



Roll back the years, recall the hours — 

 That summer day in 'fifty-one. 



Turn back the pages in life's book, 

 Oh, faithful mem'ry. fond and true; 



Once more reveal the cozy nook 

 At Norman's Woe — the scene renew. 



Old ocean in its calmest mood 

 The boats swayed gently by the tide ; 



While o'er across, the light-house stood, 

 Which winter's storms had long defied. 



That day so fragrant with its joy, 

 Her whom I loved — that pleasant stroll; 



I'ure happiness without alloy — 

 Heart answered heart and soul met souL 



She gave the promise — untold bliss ! 



Through all our lives our love should flow; 

 We sealed the promise with a kiss. 



That summer day at Norman's Woe. 



We've walked together twenty years — 

 Oft-times the path has not been smooth, 



I'ut e'en these varied hopes and fears 

 Have served as tests our love to prove. 



I ne'er regret her saying yes, 

 And giving me her heart so true; 



Life's cup is full, for mine's the blitis 

 Of being loved, and loving too. 



SKIPPER JACK. 



BY OLD LOCALITY. 



With hair white as the sea-gull's plume 

 All bleached on the stormy sea, 



With features bland, and large of heart, 

 A kind old man was he. 



The battling storms of eighty years 



On life's long ocean roll, 

 Had left no spray in his eagle eye, 



Nor ice on his noble soul. 



