FISHERMEN'S MEMORIAL AND RECORD BOOK 



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THAT SUMMER DAY AT NORMAN'S WOE. 



BT OF.OHGE H. PROCTER. 



Mem'ry, lend your maglo powers, 

 Retrace the picture* one by one; 



Roll back the yean, recall the hoar* 

 That summer day In 'fifty-one. 



Turn back the page* In life'* 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 boaU swayed gently by the tide ; 



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

 Which winter's storms bad long defied. 



That day so fragrant with Its joy, 

 Her whom I loved that pleasant stroll ; 



Pure happlneM without alloy 

 Heart answered heart and soul met souL 



Bhe gave the promise untold bliss I 

 Through alt our lives our love should flow; 



We sealed the promise with a Idas. 

 That summer day at Norman's Woe. 



We're walked together twenty years 

 Oft-times the path has not been smooth , 



Hut e'en these varied hopes and fears 

 nave served as tesU our lovo to prove. 



I ne'er regret her saying yes, 

 And giving mo her heart so true; 



Life's cup Is full, for mine's the blU* 

 Of being loved, and loving too. 



SKIPPER JACK. 



BT OLD LOCALITY:. 



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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 be. 



The battling storms of eighty years 



On life's long ocean roll, 

 Had left no spray In his eagle eye, 



Xor ice on his noble soul. 



