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HON. LUTHER R. MOORE, SACO, MAINE.

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HE Saco's stream flows gently, Within Us 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 flerce 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 Ulan we sing to-day. As gently, 'mid pleasant envirOns, Goes the tenor of his way. More truly, in manly action s, In deeds of truth and love, In his zeal for the cause of the weaker, We glimpse the realHl above. He showeth an equal persistence When opponents impede his way, He UlOVes toward the goal of his striving, With a purpose that nothing can stay.

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