The Republican journal., 1905-08-10
MAINE COAST VERSE.

The woods and islands and coast of
Maine have inspired many of the Older
poets and the new ones, the singers of to-
DAY, feel the same charm that moved the
soul of Longfellow, Whittier and Hawthorne.
From the great army of summer dWellers III
Maine comes now and then strain sweet
enough to be repeated and remembered.
The following is by Louise Head and it
first appeared in the Boston Transcript.
MoNnEGAN.
Here is your studio. That gloomy den,
That prison in the city's agony,
Has opened its grim door, and you are
free,
All, never shall it shelter you again.
Perhaps you were d prince of royal blood,
Imprisoned in miserable tower,
But after years of anguish came an hour
When YOU were free and life seemed fair
and good.
And then you found this kingdom by the
Monhegan, isle of beauty andYof rest.
The flowers you have painted on her
breast
Will bloom each year in fragrant memory.
All, best of all, the tribute of your art
Monhegan treasures that within her heart.
Lovers of the sea seem to be more numer-
Gus than lovers of the mountains, or else it
is the singers who are drawn to the bays
and islands and the silent ones who flee to
the mountain solitudes. Most of the songs
of the season have the breath Of the salt air
rather than the breath of the hills. The
following, also from the Boston Transcript,
is by Marion Pelton Guild:
MOON RISE ON THE PAssAMAQUoDDY.
Pearl and opal and amethyst
Blend in the sea and sky;
Filmly folded in drowsy mist
Harbor and islands lie.
Low in the west the ebbing rose
Falls from the twilight shore;
Eastward the great moon dimly CLOVIS,
Poised on the sapphire floor.
Only CLINT of her deepening light
Touches the quivering tide:
But soon will the silver path be bright
Where angel dreams may glide.
Wake; sweet music! and softly breathe
Over the tranced sea
The peace these holy calmS bequeath
To struggle that is to be.
And lest we get too much in love with the
beautiful and forget the everyday aspects
OI lie UU0 DOSlOu 1OSG COIu6S W Gllt l6SCue
with this ballad of two Maine shippers and
their respective "bo'ts. The friendly rival
ry between the two is delightfully."- frank.
We get mental picture of the Keturah's
captain, dry of speech, but fertile of fancy
and the calm philosopher who sails the
"Polly O." The poem is credited to The
Boston Post AS to the author nothing can
prevent us from having our own opinion.
In fact, there is hardly any need of sigma
ture.
OLD TIN SKINNER "PoLLY O."
Aw-w-w, Here comes the polly" with
lopped-down-sail,
And Rubber boot Rams is a-loatin on her
rail;
A tarheel ut her pump, and tits mostly
often, teW.
If he's goin' to keep her tioatin' tits the
only thing to dew.
Oh, clump along, Keturah, you are purity
thundr'rin slow,
But you're never stationary, like the
''Polly O."
Oh, Rubber-boot Rams once he tackled all
day,
A catchin' to the wind'ard down in
Sheepscut Bay;
S'posed a staout head wind was a-holding
of him back,
But forgot to hist his anchor, and was
Sailin' on the slack.
Oh, poosh along, Keturah, you are logy,
vas, we know,
"Polly o.
Ohio, Cap'n Rams, where We baound, this
trip?
Straight up and down, hey9 Then. let her
rip:
The nearest way around is acrost Goose
Pass,
And it's pretty easy sailin when the dew is
on the grass.
Oh, squdge along, Keturah, you are rack ed
from head to toe,
But you amt an old tin skinner like the
"Polly O."
Hi-i-oy! Cap'n Rams, what ye luggin' for a
load?
PAWN blocks o. granite for New York
road?
Wisht you logged intentions for contractors
Guess they couldn't finish that extension
for spell.
Oh, bunt along, Keturah, you are northin'
But the clans can hold foot race round
the "Polly O."
30 long, dp Ii Nails, Will youi loo'io
blocks of stone,
Chaps whove been to college have explain
ed that rocks have grown;
Profit, then for you, cause, by time you get
to YO'k,
Bet you'll have material to build city
block.
Oh. slush along, Keturah, you and me is
purity slow.
But you amt rock incubatin' like the "Pol-
ly o."
Fleshy Persons
often perspire profusely, suffer much from
heat. chafe badly and have tender feet.