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THE KENNEBEC, by                    
First Line: There is a hill o'erlooking norridgewock
Last Line: "and o'er the misty river and the meadows / creep slowly, slowly, the long, sombre shadows"
Subject(s): "kennebec (river), Maine;


THERE is a hill o'erlooking Norridgewock
Whose summit is a crown of mossy rock,
Whereon the daylight lingers ere it dies,
When the broad valley in the gloaming lies.
Around you are the everlasting hills,
Whose presence all your soul with worship fills.
The distant mountains, purple clad, are grouped
Like monarchs, when the golden sun has stooped
Down toward his journey's ending in the west,
The amaranthine palace of his rest.
Below, the river, like a sheet of glass,
Reflects the glories of the clouds which pass
In slow procession, waiting for the day
To change her regal raiment for the gray --
The gleaming river, winding slowly down
Beneath its shady banks from town to town,
With here a wide stretch, like a lake, revealed
By the low level of a fertile field,
And here but hinted at, or half concealed
Behind the clustering maples of a grove
Where all the day the mocking echoes rove.
You look upon a range of intervales
Where the abundant harvest never fails.
You see the milkmaid drive the loitering line
Of solemn-minded, melancholy kine.
Perhaps a solitary crow flaps by,
With heavy wing and hoarse, defiant cry,
And settles on the summit of the pine,
Waiting in patience till the friendly shade
Shall shield the purport of his nightly raid.
Then, as the sun sinks in a cloud of fire,
The bell, which consecrates the chapel spire,
Rising amid a perfect bower of trees,
Sends forth its evening message on the breeze,
And from the hills which girt the town around
Return the answers of its silver sound;
And o'er the misty river and the meadows
Creep slowly, slowly, the long, sombre shadows.





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