Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1911-07-05


lThe folloSsing was composed and read by
Mrs, G.. r. Candage st the roll-call in
Massapaqua grange, South Biuehill, June
q, 1911.
At the foot OF rugged mountain,
Near the head Of a winding bay,
Is nestled q little village,
And here. Mt the dawn OF day,
As the sun rises over Long Island,
And sheds its glad beams all around,
The light IL caught and reflected
From many . window In town.
1t is quiet and unpretentious
When the winter winds hold sway,
When the earth is robed in ermine,
And ice locks up the bay.
Two plain, white, modest churches,
Whose spires point toward the sky,
Seem ever gentle remin der
OF better home on high.
And when the Sabbath quiet,
steals over each heart and home,
Their bells ring glad invitation
Come. worship the savior alone.
For all through the week He has given
To each His love and tenderest care;
This Is my day. saith the Lord,
only claim that which 10 fair.
Here, too, is temple Of learning.
Which by many precept and rule,
Gives q better education
Than that Of the common school.
And when in the streets of the village
When the sun. Just sinking In The west,
Proclaims the close Of day
meet band OF children;
Then, unmi ndfui Of time and Of place.
! try to read a future
In each bright and smiling face.
And. oh, that the hearts Of the teachers
Be lifted TO God in prayer,
For wisdom, for strength and guidance
For the sake of the boys and girls there.
But when the winter is over
And the sun shines warm and bright,
Then the trees have bran-new coats,
And the frogs are heard at night.
The ice drifts down by the IL Clubhouse
On its way to the open sea.
The waters once more dance and sparkle,
As II fairly glad to be free.
The robin returns and builds his nest,
As he trills song to his mate,
Andhere she sits on her pretty blue eggs,
For she knows it's getting late.
Now June has come. with it's warm bright
days,
And its blossoms rich and rare.
When the trees afford friendly shade,
And fragrance nils the air.
1t is now We welcome the summer guests,
We are always glad to have them back
As the time comes round each year.
Just little way down from the village,
On the shores OF the little bay,
Many people have built them summer homes
And here they come to stay
Through the long, hot days Of summer,
Far away from the din and the strife,
From the hearts Of the busy cities
With their throngs OF human life.
When the roads are hot and dusty,
And not . leaf stiYs on the trees,
Just take . drive to South Bluehill,
For there's always \ salt-sea breeze
which is waited to us from the ocean,
Down below where 1t joins the bay;
You'll find 1t cool and refreshing
On long hot sumner day.
You have TO cross the iron bridge
just down at the foot of hill,
Where the rocks are covered with salt-sea
And the water is never still.
Here millions OF tons of water
Flow in and out each day,
Up to the head of the salt pond,
Then back again to the bay.
tbs natural bit Of scenery,
A part of His great plan,
For II speaks Of the infinite wisdom OF God,
And the littieness OF man.
When the grain Is garnered with care,
When the leaves are changing to crimson and
gold.
You'd better 80 to the fair.
For perhaps you would like the races,
II not, there's game OF ball.
You may have a ride on the merry-go-round,
And look at the things in the hall.
Then there are always the fakirs,
With the latest new fads to sell,
Perhaps you can earn yourself . cane
II you handle the rings quite well.
Then hours pass by SO swiftly,
That night comes all too soon,
Now don't forget the baby
You'd better get him balloon.
With the mountain to form = background
No matter, in sun or in rain,
It's as fair a little village
As you'll find on the coast Of Maine.
We may see though ose-colored glasses,
For it's home. sweet home, You know,
And that 10 always dearest,
No matter wherever you go.