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NAHANT.
Nahant! bold battler of the mighty sea,
My harp would sound one note to swell thy glory,
How much of health and beauty dwells in thee,
Thou hard, solidified old promontory!
I rest me here, and feel thy breezes free
Filling my ears with their enchanting story;
I hear the sea around me ceaselessly
Curling about thy base its big waves hoary.
O, beautiful! I cry, delightedly,
Here would I end my life so transitory,
Climbing the rocks in plenitude of glee,
Or catching mackerel in a little dory.
Great is Nahant, by Neptune loved and Flora, —
Esteemed by all, beside, whose bent is piscatory
My harp would sound one note to swell thy glory,
How much of health and beauty dwells in thee,
Thou hard, solidified old promontory!
I rest me here, and feel thy breezes free
Filling my ears with their enchanting story;
I hear the sea around me ceaselessly
Curling about thy base its big waves hoary.
O, beautiful! I cry, delightedly,
Here would I end my life so transitory,
Climbing the rocks in plenitude of glee,
Or catching mackerel in a little dory.
Great is Nahant, by Neptune loved and Flora, —
Esteemed by all, beside, whose bent is piscatory
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