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...which they call Mcrrimoc.' Si EUR DE MONTS: 1C04. STREAM of my fathers ! sweetly still The sunset rnys thy valley fill ; Poured slantwise down the long defile, Wave, wood, and spire beneath them smile. I sec the winding Powow fold The green hill in its belt of gold, And following down its wavy line, Its...

...hand ! THE MERRIMACK. STHEAM of my fathers ! sweetly still The sunset rays thy valley fill ; Pour'd slantwise down the long defile, Wave, wood, and spire...wavy line, Its sparkling waters blend with thine. There 's not a tree upon thy side, Nor rock, which thy returning tide As yet hath left abrupt and stark...

...speak of a beautiful river, far to the South, which they eall Merrimack."— Sieur de Monts, 1604. Stream of my fathers ! sweetly still The sunset rays thy valley fill ; Pour'd slantwise down the long defile, Wave, wood and spire beneath them smile. I see the winding...

...the phantom race of care, And let our spirits flow In earnest prayer. THE MERRIMACK. BY JG WHITTIER. STREAM of my fathers ! sweetly still The sunset rays thy valley fill ; Pour'd slantwise down the long defile, Wave, wood, and spire beneath them smile. I see the winding...

...vale is trod 1 Who then shall dare murmur " There is no God .'" THE MERRIMACK. BY JOHN G. WHITTIER. STREAM of my fathers ! sweetly still The sunset rays...wavy line, Its sparkling waters blend with thine. There's not a tree upon thy side, Nor rock, which thy returning tide As yet hath left abrupt and stark...

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...speak of a bcuutif ul river, far to the Sooth, which they call Merrimack." — SIEUR DB MONTS: 1604.] STREAM of my fathers ! sweetly still The sunset rays...wavy line, Its sparkling waters blend with thine. There 's not a tree upon thy side, Nor rock, which thy returning tide As yet hath left abrupt and stark...

...however, to be more civil for the future to inoffensive travellers. CHAPTER XLIV. THE MERKIMACK. 1. STREAM of my fathers ! sweetly still The sunset rays...down the long defile, Wave, wood, and spire beneath then smile. I see the winding Powow fold The green hill in its belt of gold, And following down its...