The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-18

Mass, which contained these stanzas:
Mr.. Colby's Poem.
The petty acorn bears within its breast
Though hidden quite from human quest,
The potency and promise of the tree,
Whose sturdy trunk and broad limbs are to be
So humble and obscure to fleshly sight
Were the beginning of the taper-light
Enkindled here hundred years ago,
Which Ger the land hath cast its radiant glow,
Ike small spark grew into ut blaze
Or as the solar heat upon the earth
To multltudinous blooms and fruits give birth,
So here this lesser sun, with gentle force,
OF harvests yet more rare hath been the source.
We pay no meagre tribute, then, to those
Who made the desert blossom as the rose.
By oonsecratien and BY feryent o prayer
Here where the tawny Paugus roamed the
wood
Where bear and panther sought their bloody
They reared the Christian church and school
To aid Their daily plea, 'Thy kingdom comet"
Not tirmer on its base for ages past
Hath granite Jockey Cap withstood the blast,
Nor longer shall its memory remain
Than that which they have wrought on Frye
burg's plain.i
But shall we silent be concerning them
Chief Jewels OF Pequakets diadem--
Who, having passed these academic DOORS
Or welded yaliantly the patriots sword
Or wide proclaimed the soulreviving Word?
Shall not some pen inscribe in words OF light
ImperiShable as stars OF tropic night
The precious memories OF the sacred dead,
Who now the golden streets of Heaven tread?
Shall not those noble women numberless
Who forward Ou our mental prospect press,
Fair as the angel choirS whom Dante saw,
His soul enraptured with mysterious awe
Shall these not find enrolment by some bard
Whose worthy S0lig shall be their Just reward ?
Alas! my feeble strength shrinks back aghast
My nerve'ess hand the duty finds too vast.
Some great Ulysses now should bend the bow
Some magic wand should make the garlands
grow;
Some famous poet, with heart of fire,
Should raise his voice and strike the tuneful
Tyre,
Yet such poor gifts as perchance may own,
Like widows mites amid the treasure thrown,
Are freely offered in this service rare,
To guerdon hero-sons and daughters fair.
Four Governors of States we first may
Three sat DER Maine, and one DER Michigan.
Paris and Dana, Lincoln, Felch their names;
fifth by proxy Fryeburg likewise claims
Andrew OF Massachusetts; for twas here
HIS sanity mother shaped his bright career;
Each equal to an ordinary host.
One Of their number, not content to shine
In politics and law, with frenzy fine''
INDUCED IN verse of dignity and grace,
And Tor THE Village made lasting place.
Dana and Felch, to wider fields transferred,
In Senate chambers spoke the potent word
Gin Webster's wake at Washington they
Which millions noted and with joy approved.
In halls congressional four sons combined
To win their trophies in the realm of Mind
Orr, Goodenough and Fessenden, trio grand,
And worthy full the fourth with these to stand
The genial Ripley; while the ermine pure
Our learned Rarrows and our Howard wore.
The field OF war q brave array has seen
None Drawer in the land, both seas between;
We call the roll, In accents hushed with grief.
And on each bier we lay laurel leaf:
Page, ingalls,, Ripley, Fessenden and Chase,
And GilsOn-SciOnS of lordly race,
With scores of others, equal in degree
OF valor. fought to keep their country free.
The armament of letters claimed its share;
The names of Howe and Osgood sparkle there,
With many lesser orb OF ray serene,
Whose mild effulgence gladdens where tits
seen.
At Satan hurled his inkstand, aiming well,
SO now the editor his SCOT projects,
To thousand devils paying his respects;
But oft his mark he misses, asI we think
And daubs some white-robed Seraph with his
The pulpitand the painters studio,
Professors chair and doctors sphere of woe,
The lawyers desk. and merchants busy mart
Each one apprOpriateS it's proper part.
And last, not least, we reckon hearthstones
dear,
Where Christian mothers stand year after year
AS holy priesteSSes and miniStrants,
To whom high heaven its benediction grants.
Thus earth is frightened, in its daily round
By influences sweet and thoughts profound
Which trace their rise to Fryeburg's modest
school,
Where, learning to obey, men learn to rule.
AS some great river, bearing on its breast
mighty fleet which never knoweth rest,
May spring from distant rivulet or lake,
Where timid deer and grouse their thirst dc
Stake,
Remote from all the hustle and the crowd
Where toll the delving poor and strut the proud
| SO through our continent century long,
This Fount OF Learning murmured hath its
| And ever farther hath it's bounties spread
| AS on through mead and vale its course it sped
Today we celebrate thy hundredth year,
| Thou affluent Oliver of the richest cheer!
| More evident of youths unwearied power
| Thou showest now than in thy childhoOd's hour
All hail, Dame Fryeburg'S choice bequest to
All hail, fair Alma Materl Here again.
| Thy sons and daughters, standing at thy side,
We pledge thee loyal faith while life shall bide
| Another century stand thou here and wait,
| To Cultures grand domain ope wide the gate,
| Till all the land thy greatness shall confess,
And, een like Jacob, dying thou shalt bless!
At 1 p. m. the alumni had dinner
| served at the Grove House. The dining
room was very fair to look upon with
snowy tables and abundant floral decora
lions.
In the afternoon poem by Prof. f.
Knowlton of San Francisco, Cal, prici
| pal Of the academy in 1861, was read by
Miss Alice Glines of Fryeburg. who did
| justice to the author in her rendering of
the beautiful poem.
| Prof. Knowlton's Poem,
| All seas are one. The rough and sharply dash
ing surge
| Of bleak Atiantc's tempest-beaten flood; thu
proud,
| Deep, stately roll with which the vast Pacific
ever heayeS,
| A languorOus leviathan-tremendous type
| Vt nOiSeless power the soft, smooth SWELL
where Indian seas
| Give back the tropic sun from leagues of lap
| sing waves
! Which, on their treacherous, pantherous sand.
| find dawning death
Or softly murmur out their lives in myriad mar
| BILE caves
| OF living stone, the temple-tombs wherein the
| tiny coral.
| Architect OF ever-growing isles enshrines ant
shroudS
1 Himself the iceberg-laden pillows which fore