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HON. LUTHER R. MOORE, SACO, MAINE. | HON. LUTHER R. MOORE, SACO, MAINE. | ||
| − | + | THE Saco's stream flows gently, | |
| − | + | Within its confines green, | |
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While on its swelling bosom | While on its swelling bosom | ||
A glimpse of heaven is seen. | A glimpse of heaven is seen. | ||
But where its way is trammelled, | But where its way is trammelled, | ||
Its mien no longer gay, | Its mien no longer gay, | ||
| − | With rush | + | With rush fierce and determined |
It cuts the rock away. | It cuts the rock away. | ||
Tho, in its crooked windings, | Tho, in its crooked windings, | ||
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Yet seaward it floweth ever, | Yet seaward it floweth ever, | ||
Its goal remembered still. | Its goal remembered still. | ||
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How like to the flowing river | How like to the flowing river | ||
| − | Is the | + | Is the man we sing to-day. |
| − | As gently, 'mid pleasant | + | As gently, 'mid pleasant environs, |
Goes the tenor of his way. | Goes the tenor of his way. | ||
| − | More truly, in manly | + | More truly, in manly actions, |
In deeds of truth and love, | In deeds of truth and love, | ||
In his zeal for the cause of the weaker, | In his zeal for the cause of the weaker, | ||
| − | We glimpse the | + | We glimpse the realm above. |
He showeth an equal persistence | He showeth an equal persistence | ||
When opponents impede his way, | When opponents impede his way, | ||
| − | He | + | He moves toward the goal of his striving, |
With a purpose that nothing can stay. | With a purpose that nothing can stay. | ||
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Revision as of 23:13, 22 March 2017
HON. LUTHER R. MOORE, SACO, MAINE.
THE Saco's stream flows gently, Within its confines green, While on its swelling bosom A glimpse of heaven is seen. But where its way is trammelled, Its mien no longer gay, With rush fierce and determined It cuts the rock away. Tho, in its crooked windings, It turneth many a mill, Yet seaward it floweth ever, Its goal remembered still.
How like to the flowing river Is the man we sing to-day. As gently, 'mid pleasant environs, Goes the tenor of his way. More truly, in manly actions, In deeds of truth and love, In his zeal for the cause of the weaker, We glimpse the realm above. He showeth an equal persistence When opponents impede his way, He moves toward the goal of his striving, With a purpose that nothing can stay.