Incipit
Where bay and river tranquil blend, And leafy hillsides rise, The spires of Providence ascend Against the ancient skies, And in the narrow winding ways That climb o’er slope and crest, The magic of forgotten days May still be found to rest. A fanlight’s gleam, a knocker’s blow, A glimpse of Georgian brick - The sights and sounds of long ago Where fancies cluster thick. A flight of steps with iron rail, A belfry looming tall, A slender steeple, carved and pale, A moss-grown garden wall. A hidden churchyard’s crumbling proofs Of man’s mortality, A rotting wharf where gambrel ro …
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Lieux — Providence (2)