LAKE WINMPESAUKEE JULIA NOYES ST1CKNET. THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES POEMS ON BY JULIA NOYES STICKNEY. HAVBRHILL, MASS : C. C. MORSE & SON, BOOK AND JOB PRINTERS. COPYRIGHT. JULIA NO YES ST1COTEY. 1884. PS PREFACE. This fragment of a collection of poetical sketches will be followed by some prose-poetic letters recalling the delightful summer of 1884 to some, who love to linger by the enchanted waters of Lake Winnipesaukee, and to many who heard the voice of song, and the glow ing words of truth in the Grove-Meetings. I also offer these few poetic pictures to those who dream, of wandering, while on earth, " In green pastures, beside the still waters." There scenes of beauty dispel care, and moonlight and starlight shine on enchanted islands. There morning reveals forms of mountains and forests by waters as blue as the famed Medi terranean Sea. There Chocorua and Ossipee, loved by painter and poet, fix the beauty-haunted eye. There many a range and towering peak, with chang ing form, charms the voyager, as he floats over 3 4 PREFACE. the Lake of Dreams, till, when skies are crys tal clear over the broadening title, the vision of Mount Washington arouses the soul. There the zenith sun gilds the silver tide and the sunset hour reveals As fair a scene as Nature's God Has spread upon this world of light. There from the brow of "Red Hill," thou sands of delighted eyes have watched the lights and shades that symbol " Jerusalem, the Golden." There the late winter-snows crown the moun tains that watch the coming spring. There June throws over the scene her ethereal bridal vail, till the lilies breath on the fragrant shore. There midsummer flies to soon, till the emer ald ferns fade and the pine-trees sing farewell. There September colors the violet waters, till October and the Indian Summer scatter their crimson and gold over the Happy Hunting Grounds, by New Hampshire's Lake of Beauty the crystal Winnipesaukee. JULIA NOYES STICKNEY. GROVELAND, MASS. LjlKE WlNl(IPESJlUKEE, Ho ; / DEDICATE THIS BOOK, WITH THE STRONGEST FEELINGS OF AFFECTION, RESPECT, AND GRATITUDE. ON THE LAKE AT NOON. PBELUDE. O the softness of the azure On this summer noon of pleasure, the tranquil sky above me, Sweet as smiles of those that love me. When my youthful years were fleeting Nature gave me no such greeting, Save that in the haunts around me, Fair young Fancy sought and found me, Where, beside my native water, Lonely child, obedient daughter, 1 was in the garden playing, Never in the wild-wood straying. Time, the blessed reinstater, Kept my happier days till later : Now I see the leaping fountains Now I climb the lofty mountains. Living by this Lake of azure, Mountain State, thy crystal treasure, Gazing on the sunset-splendors When the day, to night surrenders, 7 PRELUDE. Long I watch the shadows darkening To the far-off voices harkening Peering into fading distance With a longing, strange persistence, Tracing many a haunted vision In those dim, dream bowers elj-sian, Where the line that meets the sky-land Glows like Love's enchanted island ; Feeling, when the golden crescent Pours her glory evanescent O'er the mountains, vast and darkling, Till their purple heights shine sparkling, Not a shadow of regretting That my sun of life is setting, For this land, in beauty vernal, Is a type of the Supernal. JUNE 20, 1884 APOSTROPHE TO THE BLUE-BIRD. SYMBOL OF THE HUE CELESTIAL. The golden lights were shaded, The misty sun shone darkling, And all my landscape faded Where late the lake lay sparkling, And the gray clouds veiled the azure That paints Heaven's arch-way dome, When thou, like a spirit treasure, Didst come from thy heavenly home, Waif of the unfading spring, Thou fair, celestial thing, Blue-Bird. Tell me what gem-paved regions, Clear, lapis-lazuline, Untold in fairy legends Sent forth a form like thine ! The wide, blue sea shines duller, The clear sky fades away, And the sapphire's quivering color Pales fast, like the cold moon-ray When thy wild-wing wakes the day. Blue-Bird. For thou, through the ether rushing, Hast bathed in the fields above, In a fount cerulean, gushing, That the hearts of the hare-bells love, 9 io LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. Then down to the dark earth darting, When the sombre storm draws nigh, Hast come to my soul, imparting A dream of the home on high, A sight of the blessed sky. Blue Bird. When thy ethereal essence, In thy first flight from the skies, Plunged in the iridescence Where the throne of Iris lies, In the three-fold blue careering, Thy wing was dyed so bright, That the blue of the rainbow cheering, Came down from the heavenly li eight, And strewed the land with light, Blue-Bird. Or comes thy hue from the blending Of the soul of all things free, From the sun's fire-fount, descending To the heart of the living sea. A softened lustre lending To the skies of Italy From the zone where the birds resplendent Illume the perfumed lands, Where the purple night, transcendent, Darkens the Arabian sands; From the Mediterranean islands And the storied Grecian shores, Where on the purple highlands The sun of glory pours, And fair Diana's bands Bathe by the golden strands With sea-flowers in their hands, Bright as thy azure wing, Thou ocean-lighted thing, Blue-Bird. LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. n Comest thou from the Arctic mountains, Whose throne the ice -king gave By the frozen rainbow fountains That light the far-off wave, That unseen polar wave On the lone, untrodden shore Dream of the dauntless brave Who sails the seas no more Whose spirit haunts the deep . Beside the silent steep, And lights the ambient air With dust of diamonds fair ! Dream of the living brave That God and nature gave, Back to New England's heights From the long polar nights, With many a trophy, won Beneath the midnight sun, Where violet hues enshrine A vision, all divine, With living light like thine, Blue-Bird. Or did that bright plume glowing Come from the shades, that make Beauteous, the waters flowing In Winnipesaukee Lake, Where the hyacinthine splendor Of Spring's imperial bloom Pales, when the Summer's tender Ethereal skies illume, Bovvers, where unnumbered lilies pour Their balmy breath far o'er the shore, Till a dream of bold September Colors the lake, Elysian, Till the beauty of November Brings back the entrancing vision 12 LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. Of autumn moons on shining waters, To the eyes of beauty's daughters, By the isles where Undine slumbers Lulled by low, eolian numbers There didst thou, bird enchanted, Dart o'er the azure shrine, And gather, beauty -haunted, Beneath the hyaline, That wave-lit hue of thine, Blue-Bird ! When Liberty, slow-sailing Far o'er the Atlantic's roar, Wide-spread Columbia hailing On the dark December shore, The will of Heaven fore-knowing The listening seraphs told Saw the tide of freedom flowing To the sunset gates of gold Saw the glorious ensign blowing, For Liberty unrolled, The shield wherein the stars were set, By storm and blood of battle wet, Beamed not so bright as thine With hue of love divine, Type of the unsullied shrine, Blue-Bird ! When the hovering clouds are riven And the morning shines once more With the blue that symbols heaven Upon this earthly shore, When the lily -bells are glistening With the tears of the star-lit night, And my soul, transported, listening, Shall watch thy spirit flight Take back from the mountain-strand LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. 13 Take back to the seraph-band A prayer for my native land, Thou pure, ethereal thing With heaven upon thy wing, Blue-Bird ! THE WITCH-ISLE. Out on fair Winnipesaukee's tide, Beyond the verdant shores of Weirs, Before we reach the Wolf borough side A little, rock-bound isle appears, Where, shining in the clear day-light, Or shadowed by the lightning-blast, The Captain steers his prow aright, But near the rocks she hastens fast. The isle has changed, the phantom-isle Where sirens lead him to destroy : The false ones 'neath the wave would smile To lure us to their home of joy, Beneath the wave, beyond the storm, Beside the treacherous rocks to sleep, Where only mermaids slumber warm Within the chambers of the deep, Where naiad-music, 'neath the stream, From fadeless fountains rises clear, And wakes a dim, enchanting dream To wile us to the water-sphere. 14 LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. The Captain, with a steady hand Turns from the changing' reef away. When next he sails, the phantom-land Wears some new aspect with the day. While minstrel-songs with softest swell Float far along the listening shore Till echoes of some sunken bell Recall the buried shrines of yore. But o'er the water's silver tide Where Beauty's gleams forever smile, The Captain will his voyagers guide From this strange wile, the wild Witch-Isle. JUNE, 1884. THE RAINBOW ISLAND. Far o'er the fair azure, where clouds without measure Lie low on the line of the soft swelling blue, Where morn will awaken the lilies, balm-shaken, Behold a new island, spread out to the view, O'erhung with pure color, with shading no duller Than the fountains of youth in the southern sea-islands, Where Iris now lingers with gems on her fingers That light up the air on the pearl-shadowed highlands. No raindrops come sparkling from shadow-clouds; darkling, Transfused by Apollo to diamonds impearled; No foam-bells ascending, with sun-rays are blending To wreathe with a rainbow the visible world. LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. 15 No cataract falling o'er caverns appalling Throws up its clear emeralds where Undine still slumbers, To be woven by sunlight, or frozen by moonlight, For a choir where the sirens can sing their wild numbers. Yet an island of vision, ethereal, elysian, [tals Far out o'er the silver, unclosed its pearl-por- That memory may borrow new joy for the morrow And the Spirit may picture the homes of im mortals. SHOWERS AROUND LAKE WINNIPE SAUKEE. We sailed the lovely lake once more When noontide lent a fervid ray ; The sun-beams lit the emerald shore, White clouds illumed the blue of day. Ere long the steel-clad waters rolled Where winds the rippling current stirred, And, flying past the strands of gold Low- winged the arrowy prophet-bird. For shadows o'er the heights arose And sun-rays hid in clouds unfurled Save where, like crags of Alpine snows, The zenith-clouds were light-impearled. Far-off the northern skies hung low Though Orient realms were light-embowered We saw the dark-winged storm-cloud go Where Ossipee in grandeur towers. 16 LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. The Raphael-sky of varying blue Smiled on the rain-swept Sandwich-dome ; Gem-paved Chocorua hid from view Where northern gales were hastening home. And here and there along the shore Meadows of gold and sapphire shone, As Eden-suns their diamonds pour On life's unfading fountain-throne. Then, lit by drops of jewels bright That gemmed the purple mountain's crest, Old Ossipee, in calm delight, Wore rainbow colors on his breast. Fast sped the bark through siren-waves, Glad gazed the voyagers, rapture-wild, For Beauty robed the mountain-caves, And all the snowy vapors piled Where, from the eastern chambers bright, Shone clouds of pearl, all sun-beam riven, Till Iris flung the arch of light Across the lake-reflected heaven. AUGUST, 19, 1884. THE THREE-FOLD BLUE. The blue above the clouds so calmly sailing Is crystalline as on a morn of May : Long have our eyes looked heavenward, unavail- To see such pure cerulean deck the day. LAKE WINNIPESA\JKEE. 17 Hail hyaline, thy wind-swept dome of azure Shines on unnumbered eyes upturned to thee ! Art thou the realm of Summer's latest pleasure Or of the advancing Autumn, bold and free ! Thou sea-bine lake, a dream of fair September Mingles thy flood with amethystine dye, Deepening the softer hues, that we remember Imperial Juno gave, when, wandering by, She spread her vail of hyacinthine splendor Over the sky, the lake and mountain-steep, Hues like the hill-side violet, soft and tender As infant's eyes when they awake from sleep. Thou gem-blue mountains, where the shadows ranging, Chased by the gales of high, ethereal-air Make pictures of the clouds, forever changing, Like Nature's soul that shines forever there ! So ever varying is the land of vision, When dreams half-picture, in the star-lit night The sapphire-fountains and the bowers elysiaii Of kingdoms fading in the morning light. THE LAKESIDE MIRROR. There is a glass, like Nature, fair, Transparent as the blue lake near, Which, framed by mountains clothed in air Reflects the changing atmosphere The Lakeside mirror, decked with flowers That light the sylvan forest wild, The picture of the summer hours That lure the steps of Nature's child. 18 LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. There glow the wild-rose, perfume sweet, The fair clematis, virgin's bo\ver, The daisy, white beneath our feet, And that bright, sea-blue gentian flower. There shine the ferns of emerald clear That light the cool, sequestered glades, When warblers hail the morning near, From whispering pine arid hemlock shades, Lit by the golden-rod, whose light Tells that young Summer's days are o'er, Though many a morn shall waken bright On Winnipesaukee's mountain shore. But fairest on the mirror-frame Shines forth the beauteous water-star, Whose breath from snowy islands came, Borne by the morning breeze afar, While butterflies on diamond wings Reflect the ethereal colors there, Caught from the hues that Iris brings When sun-bright rainbows gem the air. And there, amidst the rose's bloom Is seen, the wild-bird's well-filled nest, Where all day long, with sweet perfume The waiting mother will be blest. These pictures, with an artist-hand, Our Lady of the Lakeside placed, To shadow forth the lovely land That Nature with her presence graced. And here, through Summer's season bright, Till Autumn makes the forest shine, The clear glass mirrors forms of light And smiles of cheer, from love divine, LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. 19 Where words are said and songs are sung And hopes arise to fade no more And farewells tremble on the tongue Upon this dear, delightful shore, Unfading as the Lakeside-grove That shades the paths forever green, Bright as the sparkling eyes of love That gaze upon this sylvan scene. So shall the Lakeside mirror shine With memory's light from far around, Reflecting, from this crystal shrine, The pictures of the Enchanted Ground. LAKESIDE HOUSE, WEIRS, N. H., AUG. 19, 1884. NIGHT, HASTENING FROM THE LAKE. Was it the soul of night That charmed my rapturous sight, Or coming morn, entranced, beyond the wave ! The crescent moon shone clear The ethereal atmosphere Was pure with breezes that September gave. Orion led the band That lit the shadowy land ; The royal planets shone on golden throne, And all the adoring stars Illumed their crystal bars, Till darkness fled and splendor reigned alone. 20 LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. The auroral, boreal arch Shone as in skies of March, That southern skies might shadow back the gleams, Vicing with Dian clear And diamond-dawning, near, And twilight suns o'er Scandinavian streams. I saw the mountain-lake The living picture take, Till glowed the heavens with light, translucent clear, That no man's hand may trace, Imperial halls to grace, [near. As earth's grand dream till opening heaven draws CHOCORUA VEILED. Scatter the haze and let me see Thy form, Chocorua, ere I go : Fair Juno's vail has hid from me A mountain shrine, that painters know, Above the blue-lake's flow. For in the halls of beauty's bloom, And in the city's picture -shrine, Thy bowers of sun and shade, illume With emerald and with crystalline, A vision half-divine. There amethystine shadows lie When snowy clouds their circuit take ; There Summer smiles, with golden eye, On thee and on the crystal lake Beyond the wood and brake. LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. 21 When late in June's consummate time I wandered where the pine-trees sing Harmonious with the wild-bird's chime, Where oft the oriole darts his wing While oaks their branches fling, I saw, when gliding o'er the wave, The forms of mountains wild and grand. I traced their changing forms, and gave My memory to each pictured strand < In this enchanted land. I saw the lurid lightnings play Above the stream in gleaming gold, Painting, now Luna is away, The lake, with flaming castles bold, And lands by legends told. But O, Chocorua, let me see One hour, thy sun-illumined crest, That round the curve of Ossipee Looks down upon a land of rest, Like Vale of Tempe, blest ! SLOW UP THE SLOPE OF OSSIPEE.' Whittier. O what a stretch of wonderland, Old Ossipee ! A height uprising from the strand, I faintly see. Clothed in the lilac light of June, The woodland steep Is sleeping in the summer noon, Ere breezes sweep, 22 LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. Along the bright lake's silver swell, Scattering the haze That hides the rock and forest-dell From mortal gaze, Save that a line, in cloud-land high, Marks Ossipee A rampart bold that seeks the sky When winds blow free. Haste, noon of June, and let me view That sylvan height, As once, when autumn-skies were blue With crystal light, I saw the crimson and the gold, A picture fair Of late September, wide unrolled In spkndor there, Till crowned Chocorua, peering round One view to take, Looked down upon enchanted ground And sapphire lake. O then, some tuneful naiad came From yon clear stream, And sung of one beloved name, To haunt my dream. With his own songs, who oft is charmed By this loved hind, Beholding, with a soul encalmed, This Beulah bland, While not a passion-ripple moves His spirit clear, To whom the Eternal Goodness proves A shield from fear ; LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. 23 Who dreams of his own Merrimac With vision free, And sings its bold and beauteous track Down to the sea, And life's long journey, past the grove And mountain-shrine, Guided by Nature's heart of love To realms divine. BROAD ARE MY LANDS. Broad are my lands for all the earth is mine, The living air, the azure dome above, The emerald forest and the lonely shrine, From mountain-top to the far border-line That veils the realms of light and life and love. The morn is mine, from its first diamond glow When stars shine pale, and Luna slumbers blest Upon Hesperian fields of verdure low, Till glad Aurora wakes the world from rest With roseate glow, like Monte Rosa's snow. The noon is mine, when from the zenith glows The sun, resplendent on his golden throne, When zephyr o'er the stream a soft spell throws, And bears the breath of lily and of rose To cheer the oriole on her nest alone. The sunset hour is mine, when rivers shine With pure gem-light, borrowed from every strand, When summer evening, pure, transcendent fine, Gathers the colors, far-off and divine, That light the pearl-gates of the spirit-land. 24 -LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. The night is mine, when mortals slumber still, Save poet-seer, and sons of pain and strife, Whose souls, the dreams of those pearl-portals fill With hopes, that from the woes of earth distil The pure elixir of immortal life. Nature is mine, upon the sapphire sea, Or in the heart of cataract-lighted woods, Or where the purple highlands guard the lea And smiling lawn, from northern tempest free, Or in the thunder-echoing solitudes. The homes of men are mine, where love is kind, Where children smile, and pictures light the walls Almost as fair as those once more outlined, When memory, vanished youth, in joy recalls To gaze on her enchanted vision-halls. And hope is mine that in some glorious hour, Beyond the broad, cerulean sea of time, My rapturous spirit, winged with rising power, Shall hear the bells of heaven their welcome chime From mountain-tops of that supernal clime. GERMAN MUSIC BY THE ORPHEUS BAND. Late unto the lone-lake coming, Now that Summer shines no more, While the wild-bees cease their humming And the woodland songs are o'er, When the evening, still and darkling, Hovered o'er the moonless sky, Ere the planets, grand and sparkling, Rose in orient regions high, LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. 25 Waiting, dreaming, calm and lonely, Soon I heard low music-strains, Calling love and memory only, From the far-off vision plains, Till the notes ascended louder From a glad, a kindred band, Pouring patriot-paeans, prouder Of the'grand old Fatherland Songs of joy, heroic numbers, Triumph-tones of hero-strife, Songs of love, that never slumbers Through the tangled paths of life. Then the strains, my heart to waken To the minor chord of tears, Told of silent souls, forsaken, Sorrowing through the lingering years ; Of a soldier, bravely bearing Midnight vigils, dungeon-chains, Ere, the patriot's armor wearing, Free, he gains the German plains. While I heard the wild-notes swelling, With my spirit borne along, Nature's beauty-haunted dwelling Rose in picture with the song, And the lake of emerald-islands, Where the jewelled mountains rise, Mirrored all the moon-lit highlands And the star-illumined skies. Then the south-wind, softly-sighing, Bore the music o'er the plains, Where the mountains, low replying, Echoed all the eolian strains, 26 LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. Till the pines, in plaintive numbers Joined in every music-swell, Sighing, now that summer slumbers, Fairest land, farewell, farewell. EVERLASTING REMEMBRANCE. When long ago in days of youth I placed my willing hand in thine And brought my joy, my life, my truth, And my foud heart to Hope's fair shrine, Into the garden, lone, I stole, While orange-buds my hair perfumed, Where grew, to cheer my faltering soul A flower that long in song has bloomed. The years have fled and visions now Recall fond youth's enchanted hours, When the lone amaranth decked my brow To shade the ephemeral bridal-flowers. Now, by this beauty-haunted shore, Where all the bells of memory chime, Perennial shines that hue once more, A dream of that transcendent time, For thou these sylvan paths hast trod, And climbed, to view from yonder height, As fair a scene as nature's God Has spread upon this world of light. The rose of June illumes the land, The lily lights the perfumed air, But I, for one who clasped my hand, Will still the unfading amaranth wear LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. 27 So near unto my faithful heart, That none shall see how dear to me, Though lost to sight and far apart, My early love shall ever be. INFANTS' TEARS, OR BABIES' BREATH. Infant's tears, the tiny flowers, Type of innocence, heart-sweet, Quivering with the dewy showers, Soft as babies' feet Feet that, white as daisy -blows, Never touched the earthly sod, Spotless as the lily-snows By the fairies trod. Infants' tears, so quickly drying Where no sad remembrance lingers, Like the drops of jewels flying Flung by Iris-fingers. Babies' Breath ! How wondrous still In the sleep of beauty calm, Breathing love, while angels fill All the air with balm. Spirits guard the infant's rest When they press the cradle bed ; White-winged cherubs bathe the breast Of many a blessed slumberer, dead, With pearls of tears, that turn to flowers To clothe the immortal babes of ours, When their pure souls, the seraphs bear Through the empyreal fields of air Up to the gates of prayer. 28 LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. THE CLOUD-CHILD. I saw the Empress of the night, Majestic, mount the evening sky ; She bathed the earth in splendor bright, The heavens with gold and silver dye, And every star due homage gave While trembling on th' ethereal wave. I saw the fleecy clouds of snow Sail from the north, the south, the west, To catch one ray of jasper glow From regal Dian's diamond breast ; One little cloud, the faintest there, Was to my raptured eye most fair. It floated on, the form grew clear, It was the image of my boy, Slow sailing through the heavenly sphere On wings of wild, seraphic joy ; Away from me and toward the skies He turned his love-illumined eyes. Near by th' enamored moon he flew, A halo lit his golden curls ; Along the soft, celestial blue He sought the sunset gate of pearls, The angels oped the crystal bars And bade him pass beyond the stars. I sought my baby in his bed, He slept, as sleeps a sinless child, . He felt my tears upon his head, Unclosed his hazel eyes and smiled, Then clasped his hands upon his breast And hied him to his blissful rest. LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. 29 But oft I dream, by night and day, That angels call my only one, And bring him wings to fly away And lead him up beyond the sun, Far from a household, hushed and lone, Up to the everlasting throne. COMPENSATION. I never trod a rock so bare, Unblessed by verdure-brightened sod, But some small flower, half-hidden there, Exhaled the fragrant breath of God. I never knew a day so drear But on its leaden sky was hung Some shadow of a rainbow clear From vanished joy in farewell flung. I never sat where Silence kept My soul from loving friends afar But angel-wings the ether swept Between me and the evening star. And never in the keenest pain, When Night looks down on anguish wild, Can, " O, my Father," rise in vain From the lone spirit of his child. ELLEN TERRY, AS PORTIA. Embodiment of grace ! The perfumed wayside-rose Lights thy ethereal face Where the pure lily glows ; Thy voice, as Echo sweet, the cliff-bound lake let knows. 3 o LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. Like Ellen Douglass fair With eyes of gem-deep blue, Whose step, through summer air Light o'er the heather flew When from the mountain-flower, she dashed the diamond-dew. When winter-blasts were blowing Thy beauty lit the shrine ; Pearls on thy bosom glowing Shadowed the light divine Of sun-bright hair, that crowned that royal brow of thine. Who comes in vesture-red, Arresting murderous hands, By high compassion led And laws of Venice-lands ! A form as fair as thine in courtly presence stands. "Tis thee thy task is done And Portia's name is known ; Sweet Mercy's cause is won And love resumes her throne, As morning lights the day, when dark-winged night has flown. SUNSET SPLENDORS. Whence those colors golden On the sunset wave, Blending with the olden Hues, that seraphs' gave To Raphael's soul sublime, and Angelo the brave ! LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. 31 When on Patmos Island, He, whose love is sung, Saw a heavenly highland, O'er whose height was flung Hues that arose to light when vaporous worlds were young, All the jewelled splendor, Every sunlit gem, Shone with a radiance tender In the pure pearl diadem Of her, the bride of Him, who rules Jerusalem. Now that lustre shining Lights the earthly stream, Man is half divining How the diamonds gleam On those far, fadeless shores, that haunt the poet's dream. And perchance the angels, All our longings learning, Blessed love evangels, Answering our deep yearning, Unclose the twelve pearl-gates to light us, home returning. LAND OF IPSWICH. Land where once my Alma Mater Lured my footsteps, year by year, Now my soul, in life far later, Flies to memory's haunted sphere. Thou my rapture still shalt waken, Olden town, forever young ; There I am not yet forsaken By fond Youth, with silver tongue, 32 LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. For my teachers, love beguiling, Walk the earth, from sorrow free Land of Ipswich, ever smiling, Fair, enchanted ground to me. Still flows on thy silver river Winding through the woodland green, And the zenith-sunbeams quiver . Where my comrades once were seen, In the hall, by care unclouded, Lit by love and beauty bland Now, in midnight vigils, crowded With a band from Eden-land. Alma Mater ! in a vision All thy sacred haunts appear And the olden days, elysian, Gild life's radiant sunset-sphere. Land of Ipswich, still I love thee ! From the hills thy spires are seen With an aureole above thee, Lighting all thy living green. Echoes wander o'er thy highlands From celestial lands afar ; Once again the enchanted islands Mirror back Hope's morning star, Where by life's eternal fountain, On the pearl -enshadowed shore, We shall gaze from Zion's mountain On the loved forevermore. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY I . 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