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 By ADA C?* BOWLES. 
 
 COPYRIGHT, 1892, BY FRANC A. PRATT. 
 
 BOSTON : 
 PRESS OF ANNA FLORENCE GRANT. 
 1892. 
 
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jAVE you heard the North Wind telling, 
 With its whistling and its yelling, 
 
 In a gale. 
 Of that poor New Hampshire farmer 
 And his wicked fairy charmer ? — 
 Such a tale ! 
 
 |OW he lov'd and how she spurned him 
 How at last to stone she turned him, 
 
 Cold and still ; 
 And she said, " Since you aspire,* 
 I will raise you somewhat higher 
 On this hill." 
 
HEN she ran away and left him 
 (F"or a giant could not heft him, — 
 
 This stone man). 
 Ran away, 'till worn and footsore, 
 She sat down upon the sea-shore 
 
 At Cape Ann. 
 
 I^UT this "Old Man of the Mountain," 
 He just started a tear fountain 
 
 From his eyes ; 
 And he said, " I have a notion 
 When it reaches to the ocean, 
 I shall rise." 
 
OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAIN," WHITE MOUNTAIN, N. H. 
 
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 ^'HEN the bitter North Wind shifted, 
 The old man, behold ! was lifted 
 Wholly free; 
 And he knew that his tear fountain 
 Had connected his grim mountain 
 With the sea. 
 
 HEN he called the gods to aid him 
 Catch the fairy who betrayed him, 
 
 In disguise 
 Of a fair and lovely woman 
 Who had seemed so very human 
 To his eyes. 
 
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 rHEN he found her, then he seized her 
 Round the waist, you see, he seized her 
 With a roar; 
 And he cried, " You '11 find me stronoer 
 And my arms a little longer 
 Than before." 
 
 HEN she grew to stone just like him, 
 With no power left to strike him 
 
 Dead and cold; 
 And he said, " Tho' you 're so clever. 
 You shall just sit there forever 
 And grow old." 
 
JQ beside the sea he set her 
 Where the waves forever fret her 
 
 Saucily ; 
 Not a witch, and not a woman, 
 But a creature quite inhuman, 
 Such as he. 
 
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 LD Mother Ann," they called her, 
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 On the shore. 
 
 Sitting where the sea had walled her. 
 
 In a storm you hear her groaning 
 x-A-nd her wickedness bemoaning 
 O'er and o'er. 
 
OLD MOTHER ANN," AT EASTERN POINT, GLOUCESTER. 
 
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 (^)// Than the old man he retreated, 
 No more free, 
 And ao-ainst the same White Mountain, 
 With his frozen-up tear fountain 
 Sticketh he. 
 
 OTlUT when every Christian nation 
 ((^Jj Shall make joyful proclamation 
 " War is dead ! 
 It shall rule the world no lonoer, 
 Love is better far and stronger, 
 Hate has fled." 
 
HEN the "Old Maa of the Mountain 
 Will again, by his tear fountain, 
 
 Be set free ; 
 And, without a wish to harm her, 
 He will once more seek his charmer 
 
 By the sea; 
 
 N D he '11 say, " Let 's be forgiving, 
 Make our lives more worthy living 
 
 If we can ; 
 I believe 't will make us human, 
 Just a man and just a woman. 
 
 Mother Ann." 
 
"\]^iUT we '11 leave our shells behind us, 
 Where they ever may remind us 
 Of the past; 
 As a sad and solemn warning 
 Aorainst all hate and scornino- 
 That shall last." 
 
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