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FAREWELL TO NAUSHON.
Farewell to thee, Naushon!I may not look upon
Thy grand old woods and rock-ribbed shores again,
Nor watch thy gliding sail,
Or hear the rising gale
Sweep through the forest with its wild refrain,
With sound like distant roar
Of waves upon the shore
When the wild winds are tossing them in foam,
And the scared sea-birds fly,
Screaming 'neath blackened sky,
To seek some sheltering nook beneath the storm.
Or when in calmer mood
The wood's deep solitude
Sleeps in the embrace of summer's softest air,
The quiet influence
Of Nature's eloquence
Rebukes all worldly thoughts 'mid scenes so fair.
Aug. 1858.
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