MORE 
 
 Gathered Autumn Leaves 
 
 By V 
 
 Y VERSICUS 
 
 PRIVATELY PRINTED 
 
 Boston, 1903, 
 

 THE LIBRARY OF 
 CONGRESS, 
 
 Tvvc Copies Received 
 
 OCT 2 1903 
 
 Copyright Entry 
 :!e:LASS ^ XXc No 
 COPY tJ. 
 
 Copyright 1903. 
 By R. G. F. CANDAGE 
 
DEDICATION. 
 
 The writer penned this booklet not for fame, 
 
 Nor, to perpetuate his humble name, 
 
 But penned it regardful of friends of youth, 
 
 Of acquaintances, old and new, in truth, 
 
 And all persons, who, honestly believe, 
 
 'Tis as blessed to give as to receive," 
 
 In friendship's ink he gladly dipped his pen, 
 
 To write in honor of his fellow-men ; 
 
 To every person, who, with him believes 
 
 In the theme of More Gathered Autumn Leaves, 
 
 And by whom, friendship is appreciated, 
 
 These simple verses are dedicated 
 
 BY THE AUTHOR. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 Two years ago the writer privately printed five hundred copies 
 of "Gathered Autumn Leaves," to which this little volume is a 
 supplement. They were speedily disposed of, and failed to meet 
 the demand, which leads to the belief that " More Leaves " from 
 the same source would prove acceptable. 
 
 Since the former volume was printed the author has written 
 verses for anniversaries and social occasions which friends have 
 encouraged him to print, and the result is, that a part of them may 
 be found in " More Gathered Autumn Leaves." 
 
 Like the former collection they are privately printed as keep- 
 sakes for members of the writer's family and friends, and are not 
 for sale. 
 
 In writing " More Gathered Autumn Leaves," the storehouses 
 of Experience and Memory have been drawn upon for the pictures 
 and bits of coloring presented in the imagerj^ and with that suc- 
 cess and truthfulness it is hoped, that fits them to be representa- 
 tive of scenes in the lives of others beside the friends of the author 
 for whom they were primarily sketched. 
 
 With thankful appreciation of all that has been, or may be 
 said in just criticism of this little messenger, the author sends it 
 forth upon its errand of friendlj'^ regard. 
 
 Versicus. 
 Brookline, Mass., June 11, 1903. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 An Evening Reverie ........ 11 
 
 A Wedding Anniversary ....... 29 
 
 Beverly, Mother of Blue Hill 16 
 
 Christmas Greetings ........ 21 
 
 Eightj-Tw^o 9 
 
 Fifteenth Anniversary ....... 17 
 
 Fiftieth Anniversary ......... 27 
 
 Golden Wedding 8 
 
 Settlement of Blue Hill, Me 32 
 
 The Old Tide Mill 28 
 
 To Mrs. M. T. H. 10 
 
 To Mr. and Mrs. N. P. C 6 
 
 To Mr. and Mrs. T. N. B. H 7 
 
 Wedding Anniversary Greetings ..... 20 
 
 When You and I Were Young ...... 22 
 
To MR. AND Mrs. n. p. c. 
 
 1851 — August 6 — 1901. 
 
 Sweetly my harp sound thou a note of praise 
 
 In honor of two hearts that beat as one 
 
 Through half a century, now past and gone, 
 
 Their love grew stronger e'en from childhood's days, 
 
 As the banner at their mast-head displays; 
 
 With glad mem'ries of friendships then begun, 
 
 Strong and lasting with others later won, 
 
 Truly pleasing to one's retrospective gaze; 
 
 And thej' recall not only friends of youth 
 
 With pleasing thought of those surviving still; 
 
 But tender thoughts of some by wayside lain 
 
 Which departed j-ears proclaim forsooth — 
 
 Their happy golden wedding ever will 
 
 Be held in remembrance at Searsport, Maine. 
 
 (6) 
 
MR. AND MRS. T. N. B. H. 
 
 1851 — October U — 1901. 
 
 When joys and sorrows are together shared 
 By loving hearts that beat in unison 
 For half a century, we all must own 
 That marriage is not a failure thus paired ; 
 Like honey in the chambered honeycomb, 
 Which classic Ilybla's bees gathered and stored, 
 Such honored oiies are filled with dulcet hoard 
 Of tender memories encircling their home : 
 And when their friends gather about their board. 
 Which choice viands are amply o'er-spreading, 
 When voices mingle with sweet music's strain 
 And words of greeting and of cheer are heard, 
 'Tis celebrating their golden wedding 
 Anniversary at their home in Maine. 
 
 (7) 
 
Golden Wedding. 
 
 1851— November 8 — 1901. 
 
 Of you, honored friend and dear old shipmate, 
 I have been thinking quite often of late, 
 How happy your life and how fortunate 
 
 The past fifty years 
 
 Unto you appears ! 
 You have shared its responsibilities, 
 Its joys, sorrows and its activities, 
 Its changing scenes, its tender memories 
 
 And half century 
 
 Ending jubilee ! 
 
 In wedlock's band 'tis given to but few 
 
 To journey together so many years through. 
 
 As has been the case with your wife and you — 
 
 Years have not tarried 
 
 Since you were married ! 
 But while unheeded your hearts were beating, 
 They were on the march — never retreating — 
 And in their passing they were completing 
 
 Your half century 
 
 Anniversary ! 
 
 At your home kindred and friends congregate 
 And many tales and stories they narrate 
 Of days gone, as they meet to celebrate 
 
 Your half century 
 
 Of matrimony ! 
 They also extend a smiling greeting 
 Unto you and your wife, at their meeting 
 And friendship's hand-clasp they give, completing 
 
 In mem'ries olden 
 
 Your wedding golden ! 
 
 (8) 
 
And you my friends with overflowing eyes 
 And heaving bosoms, but without surprise, 
 Find fitting words in which to make replies, 
 
 Your thanks to express 
 
 In true tenderness I 
 Here draw the curtain and veil the tableau, 
 While your friends say " good night '' and homeward go 
 Conversing pleasantly in accents low 
 
 Of your jubilee 
 
 Anniversary ! 
 
 EIGHTY-TWO. 
 
 1851— November 9 — 1901. 
 
 A Sonnet. 
 
 " Mark the upright man " on life's busy stage ; 
 
 For his honesty, in years that have flown ; 
 
 For his fair dealing, from youth to old age, 
 
 For his character, established and known ; — 
 
 His a true standard to be kept in view; 
 
 His an example, to set before youth ; 
 
 His the Golden Rule has been of a truth, 
 
 " Do to others, as others should do to you : " — 
 
 Such an example we now have in mind ; 
 
 Others are perhaps, also, to be named. 
 
 Who embody qualities and virtue 
 
 As grand and noble as all these combined ; 
 
 If so, then let their honor be proclaimed. 
 
 They'll not detract from our friend of Eighty-Two ! 
 
 (9) 
 
TO MRS. M. T. H. 
 
 A Sonnet. 
 
 It is not often that a friend receives 
 Such a beautiful well turned compliment 
 For so small a book as the one I sent 
 Denominated, " Gathered Autumn Leaves : " 
 One who, in honest and true friendship believes, 
 Does feel much flattered by what his cousin 
 Says about giving for him a dozen 
 Friends of less value than he, she believes. 
 And she high opinion dost have of the theme 
 The booklet contains ''and so high its key," 
 To friendship's real worth in cloud and sunshine 
 True in the shadow as in the sunbeam 
 Of prosperity when friends are plenty — 
 The author's thought is not better than thine. 
 
 November 29, 1901. 
 
 (10) 
 
AN EVENING'S REVERIE. 
 
 At twilight seated in my easy chair, 
 Of boyhood quietly thinking forsooth 
 And personal friendship I shared in youth, 
 Through a raised window soft and balmy air 
 Of a mid-summer eve, starlit and fair, 
 Entered, cooling and relaxing my brain 
 From its activity, tension and strain, 
 A welcome relief from life's toil and care. 
 
 Dark'ning shadows gather about my room, 
 The books on their shelves indistinctive grew. 
 And then all objects were hidden from view, 
 Seemingly receding far into the gloom 
 Of utter darkness suggesting the tomb 
 And severance of earthly friendships sincere. 
 Once and forever, as it would appear, 
 Whether they be old, or of later bloom ! 
 
 T in darkness shrouded, but at my ease, 
 
 Calmly thinking in indolent repose 
 
 Of labor life's activities impose, 
 
 And feeling the influence of the breeze 
 
 I heard sighing through branches of the trees, 
 
 A time when the mind in a reverie 
 
 Is sketching and painting its imagery 
 
 Of personalities and things that please. 
 
 Thus occupied whispering voices I hear 
 In earnest discussion among themselves 
 Coming from the tomes upon my book shelves, 
 On metaphysics, and religions queer; 
 And immediately I gave them ear 
 And listened in quiet attentive mood, 
 To the subjects I little understood. 
 With a desire to learn truly sincere. 
 
 (U) 
 
Then listening, I heard Persia's ancient sage 
 Zoroaster, read from the Avesta, 
 " That none other than Ahura Mazda, 
 The Creator named on that sacred page 
 Is worthy men's attention to engage; 
 For of all beings, since the world began, 
 He commands the adoration of man 
 Throughout every land, and in every age!" 
 
 Zoroaster was that prophet of old 
 
 Of " The Wise Men," who were led by the star 
 
 From eastern lands to Bethlehem afar. 
 
 And the place where they the Child did behold; 
 
 Bringing with them frankincense, myrrh and gold, 
 
 As freewill offerings to the Infant Christ, 
 
 Whom they worshipped in that strange manger tryst 
 
 As the world's Saviour — " Sociosh," foretold ! 
 
 Then spake Confucius — wise and venerate, 
 
 For the ancient time in which he flourished 
 
 Whose trite sayings are still kept and cherished 
 
 By the teeming millions in the old state 
 
 Of China — and these rules did formulate — 
 
 "Do not to others, what they should not do 
 
 To you. Live soberly, wisely and true 
 
 To parents and state — leave the rest to fate ! " 
 
 Then heard I the strange words of Gautama 
 The Budh, about the soul's transmigration 
 Through many forms of lower gradation 
 By the universal order of Kharma 
 The " Establisher," named by Siddartha, 
 "After aeons of ages shall have past 
 Will reach the much desiied haven at last 
 To be absorbed and lost in Nirvana! " 
 
 (12) 
 
Then followed a devotee of Brahma, 
 Proclaiming his philosophy mystic, 
 Recorded in ancient volumes Vedic, 
 Old and musty tomes of the Purana 
 Lucid as the sayings of the Grand Lama 
 Of Thibet — concerning man's Salvation — 
 Closing his speech with this exhortation — 
 " Read and comprehend the ancient Vetanda! " 
 
 Then from that ancient land Arabian, 
 A voice I heard like that of Mahomet, 
 Saying : — "I am the only true prophet 
 Of Allah ! And the only way for man 
 To reach paradise is through the Koran" — 
 He, the warrior and self-appointed priest 
 With sword red in the best blood of the East, 
 Allah's messenger was to fair Iran ! 
 
 Heard I then the Indian American 
 
 Shouting as he falls on and scalps his foe, 
 
 The Great Spirit urging him to do so 
 
 Is his belief — and so the African, 
 
 South Sea Islander, and many a man 
 
 And savage reasons with logic profound: — 
 
 " Such acts insure 'A Happy Hunting ground' 
 
 When shall break the chord hitched to life's short span !' 
 
 And then David's harp of a thousand strings 
 Is heard vibrating in dulcet accord 
 With songs to Jehovah, the Mighty Lord, 
 And anthems of praise soaring upon wings 
 Celestial, until heaven's vaulted arch rings 
 With the melody, and the glorious strains 
 Echo from the hill-tops o'er the plains : — 
 " Praise to our God from all created things ! " 
 
 (13) 
 
Saw I then shepherds tending flocks at night 
 Upon the lonely plains of Bethlehem, 
 And their wonderment as the glad anthem 
 Of the heavenly host their senses delight, 
 And the shining stars together recite : — 
 ^' Glory to God in the highest; on earth 
 Peace good will to men; for this hour gives birth 
 To the Christ of gentile and Israelite! " 
 
 Then in my mind's eye see I children fair, 
 "Whose smiling, faces knew I long ago 
 When I was young, before the winter's snow 
 Had silvered the beard or whitened my hair, 
 Gathering round my study chair. 
 And voices hear in warm kindly greeting, 
 While I wonder how was planned the meeting, 
 Pleasures of which I also am to share ! 
 
 Filled with pleasing wonderment and surprise 
 
 Their fresh ruddy faces again to see, 
 
 That in childhood were so familiar to me, 
 
 And their beauty of form, bright sparkling eyes, 
 
 With voice atune to old melodies, 
 
 So enraptured my senses with delight, 
 
 That with joy unbounded was I at sight 
 
 Again of friends of youth I then did prize ! 
 
 Youthful games they again play o'er and o'er, 
 And in many sports and laughter pass they 
 Many a happy hour in the old way 
 To childhood appropriate as of yore. 
 And pleasure giving it seemed, even more 
 Than when I last saw them play at Blue Hill, 
 About their homes near to the old tide -mill — 
 The old scenes that memory alone restore ! 
 
 (U) 
 
They seem in youth's activity and glow 
 Not in the least caring joy to conceal, 
 In dancing cotillions, the waltz and reel, 
 Such as we danced in the years long ago; 
 Not by measured step circumspect and slow 
 But with youth's overflowing vitality 
 And a true pleasure like reality 
 Which only youthful energies can show. 
 
 Then to me was given a mystic sign, 
 
 And these words saying : — "Join in our gladness 
 
 Cast away thy sorrow and thy sadness 
 
 From your present musings, and then confine 
 
 Thought within limits and realm which incline 
 
 To spiritual not material things ; 
 
 That pure essence from whence all gladness springs 
 
 When darkness recedes before light divine ! " 
 
 " We are not only the same you suppose 
 To have been the friends of your early life. 
 But are ever your friends through care and strife 
 Of your earthly career, e'en to its close 
 And then shall welcome you to that repose 
 And companionship, which shall end no more. 
 That all enjoy upon " the Golden Shore " — 
 That life given when Christ from the grave rose I " 
 
 " We find it a pleasure and a delight. 
 That friendly thought of us in your musing 
 Through influences beyond your choosing, 
 Have been active in memory to-night, 
 Finding expression in lines you shall write 
 To be read to friends, their minds to engage 
 In scenes on the road of their pilgrimage, 
 Making their lives the more cheerful and bright! 
 
 (15) 
 
Thus saying in darkness I was again, 
 
 Nor heard I in their departure e'en a sound 
 
 Of a rustling wing in the space around 
 
 To excuse their absence or, to explain 
 
 The reason why they should drop the curtain ! 
 
 But this much I know and do comprehend, 
 
 That my reverie then and there did end, 
 
 But its scenes in memory still remain. 
 
 February 22, 1902. 
 
 Beverly, mother of Blue Hill, 
 
 Honored Mother ! to thine altar, by the waters 
 
 Of Massachusetts surging bay, 
 Thy loyal and affectionate sons and daughters 
 
 Freewill offerings bring to-day ! 
 
 Homeward thy children from east to west are pressing 
 
 Kindred and friends of youth to seek, 
 Craving and expecting to receive thy blessing 
 
 In celebrating " Old Home Week ! " 
 
 Thy parental welcome does every child include 
 
 Coming that mission to fulfil; 
 Even a distant relative does not intrude 
 
 Who greetings bring thee from Blue Hill I 
 
 Place of his nativity — thy children's planting — 
 
 On shores where waves so cleverly 
 With clear aqueous voices are ever chanting, 
 
 " Blue Hill ! offspring of Beverly ! " 
 
 * Read at Beverly, " Old Home Week," exercises, July 30, 1902. 
 (16) 
 
A FIFTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 We are gathered to congratulate 
 
 Our friends, and with them to celebrate 
 
 A pleasant, joyous event, 
 That of having lived as man and wife 
 Together fifteen years of their life 
 In happiness and content! 
 
 Backward o'er those years into the past 
 Let our vision a moment be cast 
 
 Upon the young bride and groom ; 
 Forward they looked with expectation, 
 Eagerly sought the new relation, 
 
 And its duties did assume! 
 
 There is no occasion in one's life 
 Of greater import to man or wife, 
 
 Than united hearts and hands ; 
 No other occasion equals this, 
 And none gives promise of greater bliss, 
 
 When love inspires wedlock's bands ! 
 
 Married, they apart no longer roam, 
 But together make a cosey home 
 
 Under their vine and fig tree ; 
 With determination to do their best 
 To make affection a welcome guest 
 
 Above other company ! 
 
 By attention to each other's need, 
 In their attempt they did succeed, 
 
 And their days together spent, 
 And children gathered at their feet 
 To bless and make their own lives complete, 
 
 In joys a full compliment! 
 
 (17) 
 
Music of Utile pattering feet, 
 A trio daily their senses greet, 
 
 To parental ear no sound 
 Sweeter was e'er made by harp or lute, 
 Or in chords of harmonic pursuit, 
 
 Not in the home circle found ! 
 
 When the Lord in Omnipotent might 
 
 Said : — " Let there be light, and there was light. 
 
 As He bids us understand, 
 And He to the universe gave birth 
 "To multiply and replenish the earth," 
 
 He gave the divine command ! 
 
 Then let all as thej hear voices prattle 
 And children's footsteps nimbly rattle 
 
 Through the house and on its stairs, 
 Keep in mind that 'tis the divine will, 
 That children their mission should fulfil. 
 
 And parents should fulfil theirs! 
 
 No more inspiring sight can be bound 
 Than that of children playing around 
 
 An orderly house and home. 
 Without an offspring to love and bless, 
 Fold in one's arms, embrace and care^is. 
 
 One must feel truly lonesome! 
 
 A child to parent a welcome guest 
 Is, filling a void in heart and breast 
 
 Clinging to the parent vine, 
 Like the ivy to the oak firm and strong, 
 Strength'ning its tendrils, as years prolong, 
 
 To the trunk it does entwine ! 
 
 (18) 
 
Such are friendships and filial love 
 Between parent and child, like that above 
 
 It passelh understanding; 
 Beautifully sweet in possession, 
 Manifestly true in expression, 
 
 Admiration commanding! 
 
 There is also a respect of friends, 
 On which enjoyment in life depends, 
 
 To greater or less degree ; 
 In which our kindred here, we do " guess,' 
 Large proportion do share and possess, 
 
 In their own community! 
 
 Relatives are here from Northboro, 
 Their love, friendship and regard to show, 
 
 With smile on face of ev'ry one, 
 From Framingham and Brookline, also, 
 (By invitation came they, you know). 
 
 And from famed Mount Wallaston ! 
 
 Each a gift brings, a word or token, 
 Hand-clasps of friendships, yet unbroken, 
 
 And heartfelt congratulation, 
 And that quarter and half century 
 Of your wedding anniversary 
 
 May have a celebration ! 
 
 Much all have enjoyed this occasion, 
 (Thanks dear hosts, for the invitation 
 
 You so kindly sent to us) ; 
 This glad fifteenth day of November 
 In your annals, you will remember — 
 
 And possibly, Versicus ! 
 
 November 15, 1902. 
 
 (19) 
 
Wedding Anniversary Greetings. 
 
 First born daughter of our home and heart, 
 Bearing the fond name of thy mother; 
 Thou, four years ago from us did'st part 
 Thy fortune to unite with another : 
 We did not lose thee, but gained a son, 
 Into whose keeping we resigned thee 
 When you two together were made c»ne 
 And formed a separate family! 
 
 Our greeting we send thee to-day 
 With a cluster of blooming flowers, 
 Expressive of love borne thee alway 
 As an affectionate child of ours, 
 And on the altar of our hearts burn 
 Brightly the fires of paternal love, 
 Which this anniversary return 
 Strengthens and does our aftection prove ! 
 
 We hold parental regard for you, 
 Hoping happiness may be your lot, 
 In all the windings of this life through 
 May the Lord keep and forsake thee not — 
 May thy husband thee love and appreciate, 
 And thou to him prove a loving wife, 
 And each return of this day celebrate 
 Through the happy years of a long life ! 
 
 November 16, 1902. 
 
 (20) 
 
Christmas Greetings. 
 
 Photographs came on Christmas Day 
 With "A Merry Christmas" glow — 
 
 And them we value — all the way 
 From the town of Northboro. 
 
 They are so life-like, bright and true, 
 They seem saying : — " Don't you know 
 
 These are Christmas presents sent you 
 From your friends at Northboro." 
 
 Yes, we knew them in a moment 
 And passed them around to and fro, 
 
 Until all the family there present 
 
 Said : — " Our friends of Northboro." 
 
 The interesting family group 
 
 With a pose becoming so. 
 Will never be called on "to stoop 
 
 To conquer" all Northboro. 
 
 We love to think of days now gone. 
 
 Into silent long ago. 
 When loving friendships urged us on 
 
 A day to spend at Northboro. 
 
 Friendships are there still, loving and true, 
 
 As they were long years ago, 
 But added years we own to you 
 
 Oft keep us from Northboro. 
 
 Age with its frosts, white and hoary 
 Slackens up life's onward flow, 
 
 But for us the name of Corey 
 We'll respect at Northboro. 
 
 (21) 
 
Thanks for all remembrances dear 
 
 And pictures we value so 
 To jou all "A Happy New Year," 
 And long life at Northboro. 
 December 29, 1902. 
 
 When You And I Were Young. 
 
 Onward and swiftly time has past 
 Since in childhood our lot was cast 
 
 On shores of Maine, among 
 The pleasant scenes we still hold dear, 
 Which wove the web of our career, 
 
 When you and I were young ! 
 
 In mem'ry's chambered recesses 
 Are heard sweet familiar voices 
 
 From strength proclaiming lung 
 Of innocent children at play, 
 In years, alas ! now far away, 
 
 When you and I were young! 
 
 The song birds note ne'er was sweeter 
 In joyousness, or in metre, 
 
 Nor lute, nor harp well strung 
 Sounded sweeter in gilded halls. 
 Than did those voices at the Falls, 
 
 When you and I were young! 
 
 When children played upon the shore 
 Within sound of the sullen roar 
 
 Of the Falls, and there flung 
 Skipping stones into the water. 
 Loudly rang their notes of laughter, 
 
 When you and I were young! 
 
 (22 ) 
 
Or, when sailed they about the bay 
 In boats, or with oar rowed away 
 
 Their pleasures to prolong, 
 None happier in the region round 
 Than that company could be found, 
 
 When you and I were young! 
 
 Filled with joy, yet a plaintive strain 
 Was echoed from the shores again, 
 
 An encore to their song, 
 A longing soon to take their place 
 On life's journey to win the race. 
 
 When you and I were young ! 
 
 Often on willing errand bent 
 The girls and boys berrying went 
 
 Where bushes thickly hung 
 With ripened fruit of bluish black, 
 And in quantity without lack, 
 
 When you and I were young ! 
 
 Boys fished for trout in Bragdon's Brook, 
 With worms for bait, bent pins for hook, 
 
 And line to birch rod strung, 
 With a few trout strung on a twig 
 The boys were happy and felt big, 
 
 When you and I were young! 
 
 In fields, pastures, and in roadway, 
 Gained was experience each day 
 
 As time sauntered along. 
 An education of its kind 
 Giving strength to body and mind, 
 
 When you and I were young ! 
 
 (23) 
 
Childhood's sweet romance everywhere, 
 Is building castles in the air, 
 
 Which neither pen, nor tongue 
 Can that pleasure in words express, 
 It gave a child of thoughtfulness, 
 
 When you and Ijwere young! 
 
 It was by earnest childish thought 
 That steam power was revealed to Watt, 
 
 That sends a train along 
 Twenty leagues an hour o'er the road 
 On which our sires but one league strode, 
 
 When you and I were young! 
 
 That messenger, alert, tireless, 
 Marconi's telegraph wireless 
 
 To the atmosphere hung, 
 Would have been " a castle in Spain," 
 Had it been the thought of one's brain, 
 
 When you and I were young! 
 
 Electricity, that potent force 
 More powerful than ox or horse. 
 
 To a tiny wire strung, 
 Pulling street-cars in city and town, 
 Was to our sires not even known, 
 
 When you and I were young! 
 
 It heats and lights cars and houses, 
 And in us wonder arouses 
 
 That to it does belong 
 A boundless field in its ranges, 
 And limitless in its changes, 
 
 Since you and I were young! 
 
 ( 24) 
 
To gain more knowledge of the world 
 We launched our barks their sails unfurled 
 
 To fav'ring breezes strong, 
 Bade farewell to our native town 
 To steer the course for us laid down, 
 
 When you and I were young ! 
 
 Old age to us seemed far away, 
 And life appeared a holiday 
 
 To which enjoyments clung, 
 And every thought coursing our brain 
 Sent thrills of joy through every vein, 
 
 When you and I were young! 
 
 O'er many seas we swiftly sailed, 
 And many barks we met and hailed 
 
 Amid the passing throng, 
 Pleased were we at the chance meeting 
 To interchange friendly greeting. 
 
 When you and I were young ! 
 
 But the many whom we have met 
 Never have caused us to forget 
 
 The early friends among 
 Whom we mingled in the years past, 
 Nor, the place where our lot was cast, 
 
 When you and I were young ! 
 
 We've seen the world and its worth know, 
 Its hollowness, pain and sorrow. 
 
 By experience wrung 
 From other lives beside our own. 
 Of the living and others gone. 
 
 Since you and I were young! 
 
 (25) 
 
Youth, like blossoms in early spring, 
 Gives promise of a ripening 
 
 When fall shall come along; 
 Age, like fruit time, golden yellow, 
 So fragrant, toothsome and mellow, 
 
 When you and I were young ! 
 
 Age, as well as youth, hath its charms, 
 And memories which the heart warms. 
 
 Of pictures on walls hung, 
 Portraying days long since of youth, 
 When friendships were sworn bonds of truth, 
 
 When you and I were young! 
 
 Age, one's mind and heart upraises 
 To Him whom all nature praises 
 
 With choral voice and song; 
 In Him all our faith reposes, 
 And until our short life closes. 
 
 We'll trust Him and feel young ! 
 
 February 23, 1903. 
 
 (26) 
 
Fiftieth anniversary 
 
 OF 
 
 Brother Winand Toussaint 
 
 In Freemasonry. 
 
 1852 —January —1902. 
 
 From European shores o'er ocean's tide 
 
 There came a stranger to this country, 
 
 Leaving behind parents and family 
 
 Here to rear a home and henceforth reside ; 
 
 Greetings brought he " to Brethren far and wide," 
 
 Recognized by seal and emblazonry 
 
 That he a Brother was in Masonry, 
 
 " Oft having been tried and never denied." 
 
 With Washington Lodge by-laws he complied, 
 Forty-two years a member has been he 
 And of the Order half a century! 
 Is the record and duly certified : 
 In his daily walk we've known him beside; 
 For thirty years or more friendship has grown 
 In our Lodge for him and about our town 
 Whenever his well-known form is espied. 
 
 In his life-long career he may take pride 
 That those who longest have seen and known him 
 A worthy Brother do gladly own him 
 In Mystic Circles to which they're allied : 
 In Beth-horon's friendship he can confide 
 Upon this jubilee anniversary 
 Of his fifty years in Freemasonry, 
 Whatsoever elsewhere may him betide. 
 January 15, 1902. 
 
 (27) 
 
The old Tide mill. 
 
 The tide still ebbs and flows upon the shore, 
 As it has done for ages o'er and o'er, 
 As it did on the night that we were born 
 And awoke to behold the light of morn; 
 But the revolving wheel of the tide mill 
 Turned by the waters is silently still. 
 No longer one hears its low crooning moan 
 For the wheel, mill and the miller are gone! 
 
 Gone from the place that for a hundred jears 
 Marked their existence, and nothing appears 
 As a memorial of their services, 
 But such as are kept in the memories, 
 Unrevealed and hidden from outward gaze, 
 By the few that knew them in olden days, 
 When many came with their grists to be ground 
 From distant and nearer regions around! 
 
 They came in wagons, boats and on horseback, 
 Each with a grist encased in bag or sack, 
 And frequently had to wait their turn round 
 Until it came, for their grist to be ground ; 
 When the conch-shell for dinner gave the sign 
 They all went to the miller's house to dine, 
 And if per chance over night they were kept 
 At the miller's house they all soundly slept ! 
 
 Deep silence now reigns where the mill once stood 
 
 But on goes the ebbing and flowing flood ; — 
 
 The stones that were turned to grind golden grain, 
 
 Only memory can bring back again ; — 
 
 The miller, generous and esteemed man. 
 
 By his friends called " The Good Samaritan," 
 
 Lies in the cemetery 'neath a stone — 
 
 The final resting-place of every one! 
 
 March 15, 1903. 
 
 (28; 
 
A WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Thirty years have flown since we launched the ship, 
 Which gracefully did from her bilgeways slip 
 Into the waters, for our wedding trip, 
 
 Life's ocean o'er to Utopia's Isle ; 
 Where bright flowers bloom the entire year round, 
 Of sweetest perfume, encumber the ground, 
 And the song-bird's note of musical sound. 
 
 Life's weighty burdens easily beguile! 
 
 Isle of glad promise where friendships endure 
 Free from chilling frosts, from neglect secure. 
 With even climate, where affections pure 
 
 Are safely guarded by nature's warm smile ; 
 An isle enchanting, the lover's resort, 
 Harbor of refuge, and a land-locked port 
 Of unsated joys and unalloyed sport 
 
 For denizens of Utopia's Isle! 
 
 For that far-famed isle free from every gale, 
 
 Up hove we anchor and hoisted our sail 
 
 To the summer's breeze which then did prevail. 
 
 With love our compass and duty our chart; 
 In their confidence shaped we course to steer 
 Over life's ocean, with nothing to fear, 
 While winds were steady and the weather clear, 
 
 We were contented and happy at heart! 
 
 (29) 
 
Thus began our voyage on our wedding day 
 To that far-famed isle which, seemingly lay 
 O'er the horizon short distance away, 
 
 And easily reached on a pleasure trip ; 
 But navigation upon sea or land 
 In finest seaboat under best command, 
 Is oft puzzling for one to understand 
 
 Who is not well skilled in true seamanship ! 
 
 Over deep blue seas with all canvas spread 
 To favoring breeze the ship onward sped, 
 Apparently in her endeavor led 
 
 Soon to reach her port of destination ; 
 But head-winds arose right across her track, 
 Shivering her sails, taking them aback. 
 Veering the ship round on the other tack, 
 
 Causing excitement and consternation ! 
 
 Then the skilled sailor with presence of mind. 
 Braced around the yards sharp up with the wind. 
 Relieving the ship from '• irons" confined, 
 
 And all on board from a perilous state; 
 No sails were split, nor any spars broken. 
 Obeyed and promptly were orders spoken, 
 To the entire crew tribute and token 
 
 Of careful drilling by master and mate! 
 
 (30) 
 
Such experiences caused us to reflect, 
 That all fine weather no one can expect 
 Upon life's ocean, nor should one neglect 
 
 Prudent precaution to take, even while 
 Skies are unclouded and prospects are bright, 
 With golden sunshine in open daylight, 
 And the twinkling stars from above at night 
 
 Smile on one's way to Utopia's Isle ! 
 
 Arrived safe in port had our ship at last, 
 
 And was snugly moored with anchors outcast, 
 
 None the worse for wear through squalls she had past, 
 
 To remain and lie securely at rest 
 In quiet waters, which had been enclosed 
 By nature'a design, and wisely proposed 
 For a protection from life's waves exposed, 
 
 And for lone voyagers the safest and best ! 
 
 Many moons therein our good ship has spent, 
 Many joys therein we've shared in content; 
 With satisfaction and true enjoyment 
 
 We've sojourned therein the past thirty years! 
 So little its bounds have our minds fretted, 
 That time on the voyage we've ne'er regretted, 
 But to its teachings feel much indebted, 
 
 And shall, till from earth sunshine disappears ! 
 
 May 22, 1903. 
 
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Settlement of Blue Hill, Me. 
 
 And Founding of its Church, Schools and Academy. 
 
 In seventeen hundred and sixty-two, 
 A little shallop, with a sturdy crew, 
 Sailed from Beverly, with the end in view 
 
 Of founding a town in Maine; 
 John Roundy, a stout-hearted Puritan, 
 And Joseph Wood, another just such man, 
 Honorable, courageous, brave and true. 
 Were the complement of the shallop's crew; 
 Departure they took from rocky Cape Ann, 
 And steered along eastward to Monhegan, 
 From thence farther eastward their shallop ran 
 
 To " Isle au Haut," off Champlain. 
 
 Maine's inner coast line, its harbors and bays, 
 Had not been explored in those olden days, 
 And was without charts of its channel ways, 
 
 Which did seem their course to balk; 
 But ihey were determined men, with strong will. 
 With a mission and purpose to fulfil. 
 And their little vessel their will obeys. 
 Regardless of rocks or charts of surveys ; 
 'Twixt islets and ledges they steer with skill 
 Their little craft for a wooded hill, 
 Which in the distance did their vision fill, 
 
 Red men called Kolligwigwauk, 
 
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A range of hills, high towering and grand, 
 In majesty stood upon their right hand, 
 Attention of the voyagers to command, 
 
 Mount Desert, now of great fame ; 
 Upon their left fragrant perfumes arise 
 From stately evergreens, sweeping the skies, 
 Of cedar, fir, pine and spruce, which did stand 
 Near the coast, with hills beyond the shoreland ; 
 The beauty of the coast which round there lies, 
 Has been the wonder of traveler's eyes 
 Since it gave Round and Wood their surprise, 
 
 When they from Beverly came. 
 
 With fav'ring breeze their sloop up the bay sped, 
 With the high, wooded hills always ahead 
 As a mark by which she was safely led 
 
 To anchorage at the Falls ; 
 Then they landed upon a rocky isle. 
 And concluded to remain there awhile, 
 Until they should come to an agreement 
 Where to erect the town's first settlement; 
 By prudent considerations guided. 
 They upon the island site decided 
 As better than the mainland provided, 
 
 On which to build their house walls. 
 
 LofO. 
 
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Daily in solitude they toiled and wrought, 
 Encouraged by the ever present thought 
 That, when their families should be brought 
 
 From Beverly the next spring. 
 They would under their lowly cabin roof, 
 By their hard toil and labor find the proof 
 Of their thoughtfulness, and some comfort find 
 To compensate for comforts left behind; 
 And lest their religious faith should falter, 
 They there set up the family altar. 
 Upon which each day to God they offer 
 
 Prayers, and His praises sing. 
 
 And not only did they log cabins build, 
 
 But in rifting staves, at which they were skilled, 
 
 They toiled until their little sloop they filled 
 
 With salable merchandise; 
 Thus displaying true Yankee common sense 
 In a venture for paying the expense 
 Of their families, and also their own, 
 Which by months of absence had greatly grown ; 
 All being ready for the homeward trip, 
 Their moorings at the Falls they lose and slip, 
 And for Beverly straight they steer their ship, 
 
 Friends and neighbors to surprise. 
 
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By neighbors they were welcome, and by friends^ 
 With gladness and joy, reception which tends 
 For long-delayed absence to make amends 
 
 When one receives that welcome ; 
 The winter was spent in preparation 
 For an early move and embarkation 
 In the spring, to the settlement in Maine 
 Where they were permanently to remain — 
 All being ready they their sloop unmoored, 
 In which their household effects were stored. 
 And with their families safely on board. 
 
 They set sail for their new home. 
 
 Why Roundy and Wood, two men of renown, 
 From their homes in Beverly should go down 
 To the shores of Maine to found a new town, 
 
 To some has been a mystery ; 
 But go they did and with honest intent. 
 To that far coast and made the settlement, 
 For which we, their offsprings, owe them a debt 
 We should certainly pay without regret, 
 And keep in mind what pioneers most prize, 
 The story of their hardships and sacrifice 
 Whenever an occasion shall arise 
 
 To narrate their history. 
 
 (35) 
 
There were eight Roundys and eight Woods by name, 
 Roundj had six children, Wood had the same, 
 Sixteen persons that from Beverly came 
 
 To the Falls to settle down; 
 Roundy had six daughters — Mary, Hannah, 
 Elizabeth, Charity, Anne and Emma; 
 Wood had Ruth one, and five sons, Samuel, 
 Joseph, Robert, Joshua and Israel ; 
 The wife of Roundy was Elizabeth Rae, 
 Wood's wife was Ruth Haskell, the Records say, 
 Names worthy of remembrance here today. 
 
 And of honor in the town. 
 
 Fame of the settlement spread far and near 
 During the next and the following year, 
 And other persons on the scene appear 
 
 Its advantages to share : 
 Andover sent Darling, Holt and Parker, 
 Carleton, Osgood, Peters, Stevens, Faulkner; 
 Beverl}^ sent Candage, Coggin, Friend, Day, 
 Herrick, Dodge, Ober, Stanley, Morse and Clay, 
 Other towns sent Cushing, Coburn, Johnson, 
 Hinckley, Carter, Witham, Brown, York, Horton, 
 Tenny, Clough, Stover, Means, Perkins, Norton, 
 
 And others not mentioned here. 
 
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Shortly after founding the settlement, 
 Our Ancestors for greater improvement, 
 Organized a local town government, 
 
 An act seeming {a.v reaching; 
 They chose as their first town moderator 
 Nicholas Holt, a good friend and neighbor, 
 With John Roundy to be the first town clerk; 
 Selectmen were Roundy, Darling and York: 
 At that town meeting every citizen 
 " Voted 'tis our duty to our children 
 That they may not grow up like the heathen, 
 
 To have among us preaching! " 
 
 That vote stands on the town's record pages, 
 And ought to be handed down through the ages 
 As the wisdom of our ancestral sages 
 
 That ignorance is a crime, 
 Which good citizens should never ignore 
 Nor even tolerate near their house door, 
 When the power of will is at command 
 Its ill-fated ravages to withstand; 
 The hope of a town, or a plantation. 
 Centers not in the few of high station, 
 But in well directed education, 
 
 Standard of worth for all time. 
 
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That their loved children might be surrounded, 
 
 By Christian influence and be grounded 
 
 In its teachings church and schools were founded 
 
 Shortly after they came down ; 
 They voted money to hire a preacher, 
 They voted money to hire a teacher, 
 For the education of their children, 
 " That they might not grow up like the heathen," 
 And a wise investment 'twas for those days, 
 As it kept their children from evil pathways. 
 And set an example worthy of praise, 
 
 And of honor for the town. 
 
 The early settlers were men eminent 
 In character and soundness of judgment, 
 Nor, were they found lacking in sentiment 
 
 Where the town's good did incline; 
 They constructed mills for sawing lumber, 
 Houses, vessels and roads in great number, 
 And highways the whole length of the town through, 
 Till in people and in renown it grew, 
 And the}' awoke to a realization 
 That their fast growing and loved plantation 
 Was much in need of incorporation 
 
 And 'twas done, in eighty-nine! 
 
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The first meeting house at the Falls outgrown, 
 They voted a larger to build and own 
 On a site near the centre of the town 
 
 Like the Old South in Boston 
 With square pews, high pulpit, and sounding-board 
 Suspended from the ceiling by a chord 
 Just over the minister's desk and head 
 Which the children in trembling fear and dread 
 Thought might fall and crush the preacher's discourse 
 On Adams fall and its entailing curse, 
 Or the preacher himself, which would be worse, 
 
 The children's thoughts were lost on. 
 
 To show the way things were done in those days, 
 The new meeting house, the town record says, 
 Took a "barrel of rum to frame and raise;" 
 
 And the work was so well done, 
 That at its raising every soul was there 
 In the town, each other's burdens to bear, 
 And probably in their spirit to share 
 A willing labor none wished to forbear; 
 Thus the new meeting house was framed and raised. 
 In which for forty odd years God was praised 
 By prayer, and Scripture lessons paraphrased 
 
 For the good of every one. 
 
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The church for preacher and admonisher, 
 
 Selected and called Jonathan Fisher, 
 
 The town and people's earnest well wisher, 
 
 And of cherished memory, 
 A man of rare common sense and knowledge, 
 Who was a graduate of Harvard College, 
 Within whose bosom a fire was burning 
 For founding a school of higher learning 
 An institution, with small tuition. 
 Making good and suitable provision 
 For improving young people's condition, 
 
 In town, and the near country. 
 
 He was a man truth-loving, and gifted 
 In gathering wheat from chaff he sifted 
 From the hearts of men, whom he uplifted 
 
 To see God's goodness and love ; 
 On faithfully in his charge each day wrought 
 For the good of his people, and them taught 
 By act, word and deed, and by careful thought, 
 That their spiritual welfare he most sought 
 In bringing them to the realization 
 That they must have reconciliation 
 Through Christ's sacrificial mediation 
 
 To enjoy heaven above. 
 
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The first settlers of New England were men, 
 Of belief, as their descendants have been, 
 That church and school teach the needed lesson 
 
 For life's highest enjoyment; 
 And therefore the church and the school were blent 
 In harmony in each new settlement; 
 In one praise to Jehovah ascended, 
 In the other, their children contented 
 For the honors of an education 
 A fair measure of one's adaptation 
 And ability to fill one's station, 
 
 And adorn life's employment. 
 
 This town's founders in that belief grounded, 
 For an academy the call sounded, 
 Which by united eflfbrt they founded 
 
 In eighteen hundred and three ; 
 Assured from that date was the town's good name, 
 And students many from other towns came 
 To profit and share in the vantage ground 
 The school had to oflfer not elsewhere found ; 
 A hundred years swiftly have since rolled on. 
 Leaving of the founders, not even one! 
 Their life work into history has gone, 
 Honored be their memory ! 
 
 (41) 
 
Profits derived from the Academy, 
 Have been development and tendency 
 Toward higher mind training and energy, 
 
 In citizens of the town : 
 In footing accounts of a hundred years, 
 The fact on the ledger of time appears, 
 That the institution has always stood 
 For the best interests and common good 
 Of all its students in town, or elsewhere, 
 Who wished for a college course to prepare, 
 Or, only for an English course did care, 
 
 Is the balance handed down. 
 
 Far beyond the evidence therein shown, 
 
 Has been the effect upon the town. 
 
 In harvests from seed the fathers had sown, 
 
 Gathered in, and abundant; 
 Seed of the church sprang up and has given 
 Other churches leading the way to heaven; 
 Not necessarily all of one creed, 
 But all ministering to human need, 
 By teaching faith, in immortality, 
 Hope, the soul's anchor of security, 
 Love through an endless eternity, 
 
 And over death, triumphant. 
 
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The founders of our schools, sought to attain 
 
 Higher intelligence of mind and brain; 
 
 And such all must acknowledge has been the gain, 
 
 Through the old academy ; 
 Within its hundred years of usefulness 
 Thousands, it may be said in truthfulness, 
 Of students have had occasion to bless 
 That institution for life's success ; 
 And its Alumni Association, 
 Evidence today its education ; 
 And with true, loyal gratification. 
 
 Observes its Centenary. 
 
 That here to locate the school fell the choice, 
 All good citizens of the town rejoice, 
 And with united hearts and choral voice 
 
 Praise the old academy. 
 For the wisdom of its founders, now gone, 
 For the time-honored work the school has done. 
 For honor to the town it brought and won, 
 And its pupils and graduates, each one : 
 Hail ! to its late union and marriage fond 
 With George Stevens! and may children beyond 
 Fruitage of the past, be the pledge and bond 
 
 Of the coming century ! 
 
 (43) 
 
OCT S 
 
 1903