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THE SAGAMORE 



AND thou, remembered Sagamore, 

 Some fairy pencil traced thy shore, 

 With most artistic beauties rife, 

 Ere sturdy Nature gave it life ; 

 The woods that skirt thy verdant side 

 Bow over thee in love and pride, 

 And lay their shadows there to rest 

 Upon the pillow of thy breast; 

 No sounds of harsh discordance press 

 To mar thy blessed peacefulness. 

 The old pines murmur whisperingly, 

 As if in earnest praise of thee ; 

 And troops of brilliant loving birds 

 Sing their delights in joyous words, 

 Responsive to thine own sweet speech 

 That breaks in music on thy beach. 

 Among thy haunts again we've played, 

 Again along thy shore we've strayed, 

 And bowed like pilgrims at a shine 

 Before thy beauties so divine ! 

 Again our foreheads, warm and glowing, 

 Have felt thy crystal coolness flowing, 

 And love has strengthened in the beam 

 Reflected from thy shore and stream. 

 —B. P. Shillaber. 



