The Old State of Maine
Sail on gallant bark, bearing onward your freight,
Ye breezes blow briskly! her sails to inflate,—
See how her staunch prow the green billows will break,
And the path of white foam that she leaves in her wake!
Speed onward, ye courses of iron!—Swiftly steals
Away the bright rails as they fly 'neath your wheels.
Bear me onward, fleet charger, nor yet me detain,
Oh take me back home to my Old State of Maine!
Ye breezes blow briskly! her sails to inflate,—
See how her staunch prow the green billows will break,
And the path of white foam that she leaves in her wake!
Speed onward, ye courses of iron!—Swiftly steals
Away the bright rails as they fly 'neath your wheels.
Bear me onward, fleet charger, nor yet me detain,
Oh take me back home to my Old State of Maine!
When twilight's dark shade o'er the valley impends,
And the pale crescent moon its refulgence blends;
Then fancy reverts to the long agone days,
The sweet scenes of Childhood revisit our gaze;
And hill, vale and woodland our minds will employ,
Expanding the bosom with infinite joy.
Peal on, memory sweet! Let me hear thy glad strain,
Oh take me back home to my old Old State of Maine!
And the pale crescent moon its refulgence blends;
Then fancy reverts to the long agone days,
The sweet scenes of Childhood revisit our gaze;
And hill, vale and woodland our minds will employ,
Expanding the bosom with infinite joy.
Peal on, memory sweet! Let me hear thy glad strain,
Oh take me back home to my old Old State of Maine!
Tho' I traverse at will Old Neptune's domain,
Or by fair country-side bounding river and plain;
In dreams I can see,—in their places once more
Kind familiar faces, long since gone before,—
Or by fair country-side bounding river and plain;
In dreams I can see,—in their places once more
Kind familiar faces, long since gone before,—
