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SACO FALLS.
No voices from the vales are heard,The winds are low,—each little birdHath sought its quiet, rocking nest,Folded its wing, and gone to rest,—And still I hear thy waters play,In welcome music, far away.
The earth hath many a gallant show Of towering peak and glacier bright,But ne'er beneath the glorious moon Hath nature framed a lovelier sightThan thy fair tide, with diamonds fraught,When every drop with light is caught,And o'er the bridge the village girlsReflect below their waving curls,While merrily thy waters play,In welcome music, far away!
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