Bar Garbor, an Island in the Sea By JOHN J. FRIEND, Bangor The day was drawing to its close And though his spirit has reached that land, The sea was calm the storm was o'er Of the Eternal day, The pleasure yachts they sought repose He'l meet you there at Heaven's gate, And stretched along from shore to shore. When the mist has rolled away. And as I gazed upon that scene And saw God's mighty works that day, Bar Harbor feels a pride dear friends, The sunlight cast its golden beams In the Redeemer's church it's true On those grand hills far o'er the bay. Where rich and poor can kneel in prayer And praise God's name SO true. Bar Harbor how I love thy hills And to the one whose labored hard And valleys too SO dear to me, With words and works divine Where first I saw the light of day We honor him that manly priest In that little village by the sea, Our father James O'Brien. And when at eve I sought repose Down by that shore SO dear to me, And then when August it comes round, I watched the moon rise in the east Colonel Morrill he'll be there, And cast its bright light o'er the sea. He always took an active part In this our annual fair. And looking at Green Mountain there It's here you'll meet these men of wealth, In silent Majesty arose, And ladies of renown To meet again the friends we love And when you view their grand turnouts, Who come once more to seek repose There'll be music in the town. Here to gain their wasted strength, And rest that tired, weary brain, I wish to speak of Edgar Scott, I'm speaking of an island now, A gentleman most true; Bar Harbor, down in good old Maine. The honored name of Gurnee, Who's also known to you ; It's here you'll meet the Livingstons And that grand man, it is our Blair In their cottages of ease, Who labored not in vain, And the McLean's whom we welcome here, He gave his wealth for to improve In their cottage by the sea Bar Harbor down in Maine. And hundreds of the good old stock You'll meet in grand array : There standing on that rock bound coast To watch the ocean waves that roll To watch the moon's bright rays, And while the hours away. The midnight hour brings back again Those scenes of bye gone days Just cross the village street with me And in imagination see There stands the Talleyrand That one SO dear to thee On West street too where Mears doth dwell It's your beloved John Kennedy A grand good business man. In his cottage by the sea. And now we'll climb upon the hill And view the home of Blaine I wish to speak of Mrs. May, Whose name was loved in life and death A noble name it's true, That mighty man of Maine. And also Mrs. Bowen Whose name is known to you; And now I'll pass up toward the right, She hails from dear Chicago, There standing Mosseley Hall, To Hull's Cove she's come down The home of Howard in this life, To meet her friends who'll honor her Whose name was known to all. In old Bar Harbor town. And as I gaze upon that scene Of memories ever dear, I wish I could remember all I think of loved ones gone before, And speak their names to you ; And drop the silent tear. But time and space ow What I would wis And when the summer days re hen the summer e waned True friend wi ho Of