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| − | G. RAYMOND JOY, BAR | + | G. RAYMOND JOY, BAR HARBOR, ME. |
| − | + | I KNOW a spot along our coast, | |
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'Tis Nature's chiefest pride and boast; | 'Tis Nature's chiefest pride and boast; | ||
| − | There | + | There sparkling wavelets kiss the sand; |
| − | Grass | + | Grass, flower and forest deck the land; |
| − | There perfumed breezes | + | There perfumed breezes cooling blow, |
| − | Temp' | + | Temp'ring the sunshine's ardent glow. |
Steep cliffs and verdant islets gay | Steep cliffs and verdant islets gay | ||
Do vie with Naples' far famed Bay. | Do vie with Naples' far famed Bay. | ||
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For here there's Joy in everything. | For here there's Joy in everything. | ||
There's Joy in business and repose; | There's Joy in business and repose; | ||
| − | With Joy each fireman bravely | + | With Joy each fireman bravely goes, |
| − | + | When, in the blackest hour of night, | |
All forth are called, the flames to fight. | All forth are called, the flames to fight. | ||
The Government to Joy is known; | The Government to Joy is known; | ||
The Lodges all call Joy their own. | The Lodges all call Joy their own. | ||
| − | In short | + | In short, none here, nor man nor boy, |
A stranger long remains to Joy. | A stranger long remains to Joy. | ||
| − | So | + | So grant, kind Fate, until Time ends, |
I, too, count Joy among my friends. | I, too, count Joy among my friends. | ||
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Latest revision as of 19:16, 14 June 2017
G. RAYMOND JOY, BAR HARBOR, ME.
I KNOW a spot along our coast, 'Tis Nature's chiefest pride and boast; There sparkling wavelets kiss the sand; Grass, flower and forest deck the land; There perfumed breezes cooling blow, Temp'ring the sunshine's ardent glow. Steep cliffs and verdant islets gay Do vie with Naples' far famed Bay. Full many thousand eager eyes View here their Summer Paradise. Of Paradise I truly sing, For here there's Joy in everything. There's Joy in business and repose; With Joy each fireman bravely goes, When, in the blackest hour of night, All forth are called, the flames to fight. The Government to Joy is known; The Lodges all call Joy their own. In short, none here, nor man nor boy, A stranger long remains to Joy. So grant, kind Fate, until Time ends, I, too, count Joy among my friends.