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Katharine Lee Bates - Two CenturiesKatharine Lee Bates - Two Centuries
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Two centuries` winter storms have lashed the changing sands of Falmouth`s shore, Deep-voiced, the winds, swift winged, wild, have echoed there the ocean`s roar. But though the north-east gale unleashed, rage-blind with power, relentless beat, The sturdy light-house sheds its beam on waves churned white beneath the sleet. And still when cold and fear are past, and fields are sweet with spring-time showers, Mystic, the gray age-silent hills breathe out their souls in fair mayflowers. And where the tawny saltmarsh lies beyond the sand dunes` farthest reach, The undulous grass grown russet green, skirts the white crescent of the beach. Above the tall elms` green-plumed tops, etched against low-hung, gray-hued skies, Straight as the heaven-kissing pine, the home-bound mariner descries The goodly spire of the old first church, reverend, serene, with old-time grace, Symbol and sign of an inner life deep-sealed by time`s slow carven trace. Out of that church in days long gone went a stalwart, true-eyed sturdy band, Sons of the mist and the flying foam, the blood and brawn of the Pilgrim land; Down to the sea where the tall masts rose, where the green-mossed black hulls rose and fell, And the cables strained at the call of the tide, for they knew and heeded its summons well.
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