The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1886-05-08
WANTED TO NOMINATE HIM YEARS AGO.
Somerset Renorter
NoRTH CONWAY LETTER.
NoRrHsC CONWAY, May 3, 1888

NORTHECONWAY, May 3, 1886.
We are taught to say in universal thanks
giving, 1--WE bless Thee for our creation.
preservation, and all the blessings of this
life.' A dear and charming old woman once
told me that whenever she said this prayer
she felt more grateful in her heart to her
Heavenly Father for the love of nature that
He had implanted in her than for any
other divine favor that had been her BIRTH
right. "It is. pleasant to watch the passage
of days and seasons over the fields and woods
and mountains" she said, 'but it is blessed
to close my eyes and see just how it used to
look in the old wood lot, where there was
only just long, slim strips Of sunshine and all
the rest was shady. | can seem to smell the
sweet ferns and the brakes and the spear
mint that used to grow along by the little
run that sang as sweet as any bobolink; and
can hear the tinkling cow-bell out in the
clearing, and Roberts beautiful whistling,
for it very often used to happen that we met
each other when we went to drive home the
cows" The dear old woman! She was
very pious, but she was also sweetly human
Her eyes have ''seen the King in his glory"
and she is at rest now sin the land that is
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more blessedness from gazing on those
Heavenly glories, because she so much ap-
preciated and enjoyed the beauties of this
earth?
1t is pleasant to live in the country at Ma
lures Easter time, to behold the resurrec-
ton of the grass, and to note the quickening
life of the trees as they come forth from the
death of winter; delightful at North Conway
to see the lilac flush, very faint at first, but
deepening day by day, that rises over the
bare branches of the mountain woods; to
watch the coming of the tender green of the
birches and poplars in places along the vast
mountain sides; to gaze at the proud Saco,
impatient of restraint, that PUSHES over lts
banks and flows molten torrent OF silver,
whittier it will; to see the stern beauty OF
the gray rock cliffs being gently clothed
upon with the tender beauty of young leaves,
the delicate, glowing, opalescent tints that
play around the submits of Mounts Washing
ton and Adams and Jefferson at sun setting;
to hear the first matin songs of the robins
and the plaintive call of the frogs at night
fall; to listen to the cawing of great multi
tudes of pompous crows and observe their
solemn flights and movements. And now
the soft, lovely yellow color is come again
over the Balm of Gilead trees planted so
abundantly along the village roads, and they
send out subtle, delicious fragrance, the
yeritable breath of spring, and their new
leaves shine like satin as they dance in the
Glad sunshine and sweet breezes. The sum
mer sky is come again, bright and blue, with
clouds of whimsical form and fieecy white
ness: the soft, tender. delicately transparent
summer shadows float along the mountains.
The fields and intervales are growing green
or day after day. Watching the wonderful
coming of the grass, recall wildly as we
sometimes bring back the sound Oh deal,
familiar now long silent, voice, some verses
from poem-written by whom never have
lroownZnamed "The Voice OF the Grass
that used to be favorite of my chfldhood'
"Here | come creeping, creeping every "heio'
More welcome than the flowers
In summers pleasant hours;
The gentle cow is glad,
And The merry bird not sad, ,,,,oro
To see me creeping, creeping everywhere