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The Poets of Maine: Daniel Clement Colesworthy


The Poets of Maine
A Collection of Specimen Poems From Over Four Hundred Verse-Makers of the Pine 
Tree State
With Biographical Sketches
Compiled by George Bancroft Griffith
Portland, Maine
Elwell, Pickard & Company
Transcript Job Print
Edward Small Binder
Copyright by Elwell, Pickard & Co
1888.
page 139-141

Daniel Clement Colesworthy.

Daniel C. Colesorthy was born in Portland, July 14, 1810, the son of Daniel P. 
and 
Anna Colesworth.  He became a printer, having served an apprenticeship in the 
office 
of Arthur Shirley, beginning at the age of fourteen years.  He early became 
the editor
and publisher of a young people's paper called at first The Sabbath School 
Instructor,
and afterwards Moral Reformer, and Journal of Reform, which, however, was not 
of 
many years duration.  In June, 1840, he commenced the publication of a small 
semi-
monthly paper call The Youth's Monitor, which he continued for about two years.
In 1841 he printed the first number of a weekly literary paper, the Portland 
Tribune,
which he continued for four years and ten weeks, and in June, 1845, sold his 
interest in 
the paper to John Edwards, who was publisher of the Portland Bulletin.  The 
two papers,
becoming united, were called the Tribune and Bulletin.  Mr. Colesworthy kept a 
book
store on Exchange street, and for awhile in the basement of the old Mariners' 
church 
Building, corner of Fore and Moulton Streets.  He afterwards, and before 1851, 
removed to 
Boston and opened a book-store on Cornhill.  He is still proprietor of that 
store, and of an-
other in the immediate vicinity, having his home in Chelsea.  He is a 
voluminous writer,
both in prose and verse, seeking to instruct as well as amuse his readers.  
Among his 
publications are several volumes of poetry, which we name in order of their 
publica-
tion:  "The Opening Buds," "A Group of Children," "The Year," and "School is 
Out,"
the latter appearing in 1876, with copious notes, valuable for their 
biographical and his-
torical data.

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KIND WORDS.

A little word in kindness spoken,
A motion or a tear,
Has often healed the heart that's broken,
And made a friend sincere.

A word -- a look -- has crushed to earth
Full many a budding flower,
Which, had a smile but owned its birth,
Would bless life's darkest hour.

Then deem it not an idle thing,
A pleasant word to speak;
The face you wear, the thoughts you bring,
A heart may heal or break.

_____

BENEVOLENCE.

Give, although your heart may never
To a grateful tear respond;
Deed of kindness bless forever,
Reaching to the world beyond.

Do you see the air that closes
When the arrow speedeth by?
Or the scents that rise from roses?
Or the spirit's glancing eye?

So you never may discover
Where a kindly act shall fall, --
Nor the angel host that hover,
Watching and directing all.

Give not grudgingly but freely
With a heart allied to God,
And your alms will prove to be the 
Winglets scattering love abroad.

_____

CASCO RIVER.

Of the river bright and golden, 
Rolling onward to the sea,
In their beauty and their grandeur,
Thou the dearest art to me.

I have seen the Juniata
Sweep its verdant banks along;
Listened to the Rappahannock
In its rudest, wildest song;

I have watched the broad Ohio,
Swelling from a thousand streams,
And the quiet, meek Scioto,
Brighter than a poets dreams;

Heard the roaring of Niagara,
Wonder of the western world;
Seen the towering, icy mountains
In its "hell of waters" hurled;

Stood beside the Susquehanna,
And the rolling Merrimack;
On the noble Mississippi
Marked the Indian's arrowy track;

By the beauteous Androscoggin
In a trance of glory stood,
Listening to a thousand echoes
From the deep, surrounding wood;

In Penobscot's verdant valley
Lingered with the savage wild,
Till I seemed to catch the spirit
Of untutored nature's child;

On the banks of sinuous Nonesuch 
Lingered with the savage wild;
Till the evening shadows tore me
From my peaceful joys away;

Sailed upon the glorious Hudson,
Floated on old Congin's breast;
But such beauties never stirred me
As on Casco's bosom rest.

Golden river! well I love thee --
Heaven of childhood's happy day,
When upon thy sparkling waters
I was wont to leap and play.

Gone are schoolmates; cot and palace 
Crumbled by the tooth of time;
But thou rollest in thy beauty,
Filling me with thoughts sublime

Generations come and linger
For a season and are gone,
But, unchanging and forever,
Gloriously thou rollest on.

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