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‘TIS NAHANT
[WRITTEN FOR THE LYNN WEEKLY ADVOCATE]
I.
Away from the noisy city,
Away from the sultry air,
Away from the hurly-burly,
Away from our toil and care,
II.
We seek a favored harbor
Where the summer breezes blow,
Where the ripples on the water
Softly, gently, come and go.
III.
‘Tis like an oasis on a desert,
Like a spring after a weary jaunt,
But at last we’ve found a resting place
Over yonder, ‘Tis Nahant.
IV.
It seemed but a golden fancy
When first I met its gaze,
As I sat at my cabin window
Peering out though the lifting haze.
V.
I caught a glimpse of the beaches,
The shady lawns, as well,
As the sun in that azure sky
Smiled brightly on hill and dell.
VI.
Yes, Nahant is the place of places,
And hither do we flee,
We’ve found the longed-for paradise,
‘Tis this little village by the sea. |
