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HON. THOMAS G. LIBBY OF VINALHAVEN.

A SOLDIER he was in '64; heard the canon's hungry roar Down in the pit or that bitter fray when Petersburg held the North at bay Right band ripped by a solid shot: calmly accepting the soldier's lot -- Trenches or hospital, all the same: stayed to the finish and always game.

Home! at length, to fight his way -- down by the shores of Penobscot Bay Fought the fight as he had before -- with the sea, instead of the cannon's roar: And his fleet goes forth or homeward fares, fish, the burden of its wares: And, far and near, the word's the same -- stays to the finish -- always game.

Governor's Council, as you see -- one of the Libbys; Thomas G. Serving the State as he'd serve his own -- a zeal to serve and serve alone; Doing for Maine as he's done of yore: best that he has, he can do no more; Honest and frank, hearty and free; all that a councillor ought to be.

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