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TO PORTLAND ON CASCO BAY 
 
 CLARA ADELIA GOOLD 
 
 PORTLAND 
 
 SMITH & SALE, PRINTERS 
 1916 
 
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 COPYRIGHT BY 
 
 CLARA ADELIA GOOLD 
 
 1916 
 
 D^C 20 1916 
 
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TO PORTLAND ON CASCO BAY 
 
TO PORTLAND ON CASCO BAY 
 
 T^HY lovers sing thy many charms, 
 
 O Portland, clasped within the arms 
 
 Of Casco Bay, 
 Whose throbbing pulses 'gainst thee beat. 
 Whose waves wash e'er thy naked feet 
 
 Day after day. 
 
A lovely Forest City thou, 
 
 For Spring weaves garlands round thy brow 
 
 In vernal crown, 
 That ever tempers summer's heats 
 In tree-embowered parks and streets. 
 
 Beloved town. 
 
 Thy peopled hills, rock-ribbed and bold, 
 O'erlook the isle-gemmed ocean old 
 
 And country-side; 
 To wide horizon's distant bound, 
 With zone of beauty world-renowned. 
 
 Thou 'rt glorified. 
 
We sing thy homes, each sacred spot 
 From mansion high to humble cot ; 
 
 For what degree, 
 The home with school and church shall be 
 The trinity that maketh thee, 
 
 Ours on the sea. 
 
 We sing the harbor at thy side 
 Where proudest ocean-ship may ride ; 
 
 Thy sheltered strand, 
 With busy wharves where ship or fleet 
 Can lay their treasures at thy feet, 
 
 From ev'ry land. 
 
O bright gleams many an island-gem 
 That deck full fair thy garment's hem 
 
 Adown the bay ; 
 Rock-bound, beach-dimpled and wood-crowned, 
 With inn and cottage grouped around 
 
 For summer's day. 
 
 How soft the summer sunshine smiles 
 Upon these cool, enchanted isles. 
 
 With airs so clear 
 That tourists come back o'er and o'er, 
 As birds return to favored shore, 
 
 Year after year ; 
 
And summer playgrounds for thine own 
 Grown children who have not outgrown 
 
 Their need of rest, 
 Their souls' delight for pastures green, 
 For cooling airs, for waters sheen, — 
 
 Their happy quest; 
 
 Thy barrier-isles, where evermore 
 Old Ocean pounds their rocky shore. 
 
 So thy blue bay 
 Is haven safe; with throngs elate 
 The steamers ply, and sea-craft wait 
 
 Propitious day. 
 
On isles and shore, the beacons bright 
 With earth-born stars illume the night, 
 
 Whose constant rays 
 Send messages across the dark 
 To stately ship and humble bark. 
 
 To guide their ways. 
 
 Staunch stand thy forts, from adverse fates 
 To guard and keep thy city's gates ; 
 
 Forever they 
 Will watch the highways of the sea. 
 Lest danger come to thine and thee 
 
 By night or day. 
 
DEERINGS OAKS 
 
We sing thy parks ; when hot sun falls 
 On adamantine walks and walls 
 
 And paved streets, 
 On crowded homes and where thy heart 
 Throbs fastest in the busy mart, 
 
 What blest retreats, 
 
 In sacred precincts set apart, 
 Where Nature joins with kindly Art, 
 
 And lo ! there smile 
 Thy shady parks so fresh and fair 
 Where all may breathe the cooling air, 
 
 And hours beguile ; 
 
Where Art strikes with divining rod, 
 Till fountain bursts from out the sod 
 
 To fall in spray ; 
 Makes arid spaces bud and bloom 
 Till many flowers with sweet perfume 
 
 Make glad the day ; 
 
 And Deering's Oaks where roves the throng 
 Are hallowed by the light of song 
 
 The wide earth o'er ; 
 Idyllic oaks a forest make, 
 The hollow glade is limpid lake 
 
 With pleasant shore ; 
 
And there by rustic bridge 't is spanned, 
 Here boats are sailing near the land ; 
 
 And there on isle 
 The ducks' lone house with ornate walls, 
 And here the sparkling fountain falls 
 
 In spray the while. 
 
 Fair Portland ! yet still more art blest 
 In children of thy sacred breast, — 
 
 A mother's pride ; 
 And far and wide full many a name 
 Now lights thee with a noble fame 
 
 To aye abide ; 
 
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 EARLY HOME OF LONGFELLOW 
 
The bard was thine whose sweet words reach 
 Around the world in rhythmic speech; 
 
 His dreams of thee 
 Brought back his youth ; O hallowed earth 
 Art thou, the city of his birth, 
 
 Upon the sea. 
 
 He gave to thee, he loved so well, 
 A flower of song, an immortelle ; 
 
 Fresh as to-day, 
 Untouched by time, 't will sing of thee, 
 And give thee immortality 
 
 Fore'er and aye. 
 
And one for happier firesides wrought 
 From palace hall to lowly cot, — 
 
 He was thine own ; 
 Whose earnest work has grown and bound 
 With ribbons white the world around, 
 
 Linked zone with zone. 
 
 Another, an illustrious son, 
 
 Who in the Nation's halls has won 
 
 Immortal fame ; 
 Whose words and deeds on history's page 
 Will glorify from age to age 
 
 His honored name. 
 
Here 'neath a church's sacred dome 
 A world-wide movement had its home, 
 
 When earnest band 
 Pledged faithful service to their King; 
 Lo ! legions now allegiance bring 
 
 From ev'ry land. 
 
 O many more of thine have wrought 
 With hand or heart or power of thought, 
 
 For good or need ; 
 They 've helped to make thy honored name, 
 Have helped to build thy glorious fame, 
 
 By deed on deed. 
 
HOME OF CHRISTIAN ENDKAVOR M0\ EMEN T 
 
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Praise to the hardy pioneers, 
 
 Led thee victorious through the years 
 
 Of perils all ; 
 Who planted on thy storied ground 
 When with primeval forest crowned, 
 
 A hamlet small. 
 
 In the long ages yet to be. 
 
 May children thine. Town by the sea, 
 
 Make fairer name ; 
 Long as thy rock-ribbed hills shall stand. 
 Long as thy blue waves kiss the land. 
 
 Increase thy fame. 
 
 

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