174 NORTH CON WAY.
Listened? Ay, the wondrous beauty Form and color blended, wore,
Seemed a full quartette and chorus, Singing grandly evermore
Soft and sweet and brightly varied
On the Saco s silver thread, Drowsy with the hum of summer,
Marked by Ceres golden tread, With many a rest and bar of sunshine,
Grace-notes of the starwort pale, God decks the calm and clear soprano
Of Conway s lovely intervale.
Deeper, fuller, stronger, slower,
Rising, falling, soberly, Droop the Ledges rocky billows
On the tide of harmony : Holding fast the theme for ever,
Bidding Echo bide her time ; So the alto of the Ledges
Bears its part throughout the chime.
There along the near horizon,
Clear and bare the mighty hills Send their harmony eternal
Down to us on summer rills, Braiding with the silent music
Soundless songs that seem to float Over souls alive with beauty
The tenor of the mountain s note.