Beyond the distant speck-like town
Rose, like an island from the waves,
The long low slopes of Copple Crown.
The waves! Indeed, we saw the sea,
Though eighty miles of land between.
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Yea, in the middle of that night
A narrow streak of dazzling light
Lay curved on the horizon's rim
Far to the east where ocean laves
The shores of Casco clothed in green;
As if far off a flood of gold
In vessel of dark bronze were seen,
A glittering mass of molten gold
More than the spacious cup could hold,
To rise above and kiss the brim;
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