---

John Greenleaf Whittier - Norumbega Hall
Work rating: Low

Not on Penobscot`s wooded bank the spires
Of the sought City rose, nor yet beside
The winding Charles, nor where the daily tide
Of Naumkeag`s haven rises and retires,
The vision tarried; but somewhere we knew
The beautiful gates must open to our quest,
Somewhere that marvellous City of the West
Would lift its towers and palace domes in view,
And, to! at last its mystery is made known--
Its only dwellers maidens fair and young,
Its Princess such as England`s Laureate sung;
And safe from capture, save by love alone,
It lends its beauty to the lake`s green shore,
And Norumbega is a myth no more.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.