The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1893-08-17

COME BACK TO MAINE.
A Fitting Answer by Rev. George IA.
Magoun, D. D., of Grinnell, Iowa.

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a Fitting Answer by Rev. George A.
Magoun, D. D., of Grinnell, Iowa.
From the Pennington, Me-, Chronicle
Miss Abbie Goodrich, of Windham
Center, pleasantly remem bered BY
many Franklin county people, has, by
request, prepared and sent to the
Worlds fair at Chicago, a beautiful
booklet containing Miss Julia Nays
poem, 20 Wanderers of Maine. 2 On
the upper part Of the water color cover
is twig OF pine, with its brown cone
and the state motto, ''Dirigo," and on
the lower part of the cover a beautiful
plot OF flowers one can almost gather.
The poem is copied, a verse on each
leaf, with a brush, and is beautifully
done, although Miss Goodrich is still
an invalid, confined to her room, and
much of the time to her couch. The
poem is as follows: fs~1@,.
Oh! Wanderers from the land of Maine, the ner-
fume of the pine ..nssrs.t s.sss,..4
Is mingled with your memory-Her violet vales
entwine -s- 81, l.<.-,.. -. ss.s
Memorial wreaths-She calls for you-Oh, must
she call in vain? - =, 4: ) ..--.~
Come back to her who longs for YOU. Oh, Wan
derers OF Maine! -, Il. r.....s.
From mountain heights your feet have climbed,
from Abraham and Blue, - -
She looks across the continent and strains her
eyes for you. - .-E
tho 2.
calls again, ". - ~
Come back, my children! Come to me, Oh!
Wanderers of Maine -
my hills are high, but from their tops the ekv
fed waters run, --. ...,.. =
NY SHOWS are deep and soft and white, and
warm my summer sun, .<.sl~ .-...> .s.5 u, d. e.
NY springs are like the crystal clear my clouds
are full of rain, ...-7
Come back from yonder sun burnt sands. OH,
Wanderers of Maine!'' ..- =.
Come back! The peaks will welcome you; the
valleys laugh with JOY, 49, ~.
The snow flakes leap to touch your hands as
when you were a boy, " = .' IS r..
The COW bells music, faint and sweet is tinkline
down the lane, =. E5.t =, '-.i-7
TO meet your footsteps coming back, Oh, Wan
derer of Maine! 5,'a =. .&- r. f.
Come back! There's room enough! Oh. hear the
voice of Kennebec! -, ..,-1 r ..
The ocean calls. She looks for you on every
home bound deck. -.
The AndrOscoggin murmurs, "Come" Aroos-
took's fertile plain Tx
IS reckoning her Wanderers to the Motherand
of Maine. |
Come back! Come back! j. Though ye might stay
but for little while, 90 3: i = ii
And give your mother We. once more the glad
SIS ness Of your smile; n 3ss 5sssT .s saSf
For she will-clasp you III her arms and BED: Won
to remain @' - - %
Beneath the perfume of the pines Oh. Wanderer
of Maine. --s ~. -s
''Come back!'' she cries. Alas! tonight, along
- the west winds swell. >....
A bells deep tone is echoing-:sOh, Mother
Maine, farewell!' IT.. HIP. ...5
The fallen leader lieth low. He cannot come
again
To rest among the apple blooms beneath the skies
of Maine.
The west winds whisper many name 10 home
folks strangely sweet: - GO
''Oh, Casco-cradled Longfellown the surf-bound
pillows beat. ,@F5lE s5sGSEg&. "
'Oh doors of heroic deeds. On, land-lamented
Blaine, '-E
'Oh: humber souls of holy life, lost Wanderers
of Maine!'' .a. rs F.
Dear Wanderers: who wander yet! if we no
more may meet II 4
Until the Land of the Beyond shall press your
weary feet; a. !.
We still will lift our banner high and sing the
old refrain. ~. y
For ye are ours forevermore! Oh, Wanderers of
Maine! .,..# -.
To this poem Rev. George A.
Magoun, D. d., of Grinnell, Iowa. ex-
president of Iowa college, recently re-
piled as follows: .r-<G s<s RI =.
We cannot 'come, we cannot :'come. oh, win
some voice of song, =
Though olden Maine-bound ties of heart peren-
NAL are and strong; H.
NO impulse aenates, no vagrant longing bids
us roam; .<=. @4
We honor here the holy charm the sweet con
~ strains of home.
LOU Iliuu us VI Inc JOCund days.. the songs and
! shouts of youth,
And hands that led us up the paths of life and
truth; E5
Our hearts unraveled list and hear the gentle call
again,
Come back to her who longs for you, Q, Wan
| derers of Maine!'
We dream betimes Of village paths once wonted
to our feet;
We see and hear the soughing woods, whose
piney breath was sweet; a@s
Not lost are oceans breaker-song, the tinkle
%5.s of the rills,
The apple blossoms, the dear old roofs the glory
of the hills!
The music of your red mems names young ears
may little reck,-- s#ss @
Penobscot and Pejepscot, Androscoggin, Ken
! s=4s nebec.- rs s.5 il #
Our sunset streams bear names US fine, yet mem
orys inward ear .s5 5S 81 81. II ss
Greets none like those OF ancient Maine, so ml-
steal, SO dear.
Wen own one debt to Maine while Portland's