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| FAR in the sunset’s mellow glory, | |
| Far in the daybreak’s pearly bloom, | |
| Fringed by ocean’s foamy surges, | |
| Belted in by woods of gloom, | |
| Stretch thy soft, luxuriant borders, | 5 |
| Smile thy shores, in hill and plain, | |
| Flower-enamelled, ocean-girdled, | |
| Green bright shores of Maine. | |
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| Rivers of surpassing beauty | |
| From thy hemlock woodlands flow,— | 10 |
| Androscoggin and Penobscot, | |
| Saco, chilled by northern snow; | |
| These from many a lowly valley | |
| Thick by pine-trees shadowed o’er, | |
| Sparkling from their ice-cold tributes | 15 |
| To the surges of thy shore. | |
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| Bays resplendent as the heaven, | |
| Starred and gemmed by thousand isles, | |
| Gird thee,—Casco with its islets, | |
| Quoddy with its dimpled smiles; | 20 |
| O’er them swift the fisher’s shallop | |
| And tall ships their wings expand, | |
| While the smoke-flag of the steamer | |
| Flaunteth out its cloudy streamer, | |
| Bound unto a foreign strand. | 25 |
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| Bright from many a rocky headland, | |
| Fringed by sands that shine like gold, | |
| Gleams the lighthouse white and lonely, | |
| Grim as some baronial hold. | |
| Bright by many an ocean valley | 30 |
| Shaded hut and village shine; | |
| Roof and steeple, weather-beaten, | |
| Stained by ocean’s breath of brine. | |
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