Statistics and Gazetteer of New-Hampshire, 1875 page 606
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606    NEW-IIAMPSHIRE.

So lofty his eloquence, stately his mien,

That could he have walked the Olympian plain
The worshiping, wondering crowds had seen

Jove descend o’er the feast to reign!    3.    ■

And One, with a brow as Balder’s fair,

And his life the grandeur of love and peace;

Easing the burdens the race must bear,

Toiling for good he might not share,

Till his white soul found its glad release!

And one—a tall Corinthian column,

Of the Temple of Justice prop and pride—

The judge unstained, the patriot tried,

Gone to the bar supernal, solemn,

Nor left his peer by Themis’ side!

Ah! when the Old World counts her Kings,

And from splendor of castle and palace brings
The dainty Lords her Monarchies mould,

We’ll turn to the hills and say, “ Behold
Webster, and Greeley, and Chase, for three
Princes of our Democracy!”

Land of the cliff, the stream, the pine,

Blessing and honor and peace be thine!    **

Still may thy giant mountains rise,

Lifting their snows to the blue of June,

And the south wind breathe its tenderest sighs
Over thy fields in the harvest moon!

And the river of rivers, Merrimack,

Whose current never shall faint nor lack
While the lakes and the crystal springs remain,—

Welcome the myriad brooks and rills
Winding through meadows, leaping from hills
To brim its banks for the waiting wheels
That thrill and fly to its dash and roar
Till the rocks are passed, and the sea-fog steals
Over its tide by Newbury’s shore!—

For the river of rivers is Merrimack,

Whether it foams with the mountain rain.

Or toils in the mill race, deep and black,

Or, conqueror, rolls to the ocean plain!

And still may the hill, the vale, the glen,

Give thee the might of heroic men,

And the grace of women pure and fair

As the Mayflower’s-bloom when the woods are bare;

And Truth and Freedom aye find in thee
Their surest warrant of victory!

Land of fame and of high endeavor,

Strength and glory be tliine forever!




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