The Poets of Maine:  Robert Boodey Caverly.


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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 92

Robert Boodey Caverly.

This poet, who began his law practice in Limerick, Me., where he resided six 
years, was born in Barrington, now Strafford, N. H. July 19, 1806.  He graduated 
from Harvard Law School, and after leaving the Pine Tree State, settled as 
an attorney in Lowell, Mass., where he now remains. His poetry, or authorship, may be 
found in his volumes of "Epics Lyrics, and Ballards;" in his several orations; in his 
"History of the Indian Wars of New England;" in his legends and drama, entitled, "Battles 
of the Bush," and in other works.  Mr. Caverly was greatly interest in the erection of 
the Hannah Dustin monument, placed on the island in Penacook, N. H., where Mrs. Dustin 
and her companions performed that remarkable deed of daring at the midnight hour.


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CLARA.

Here on this hill she wandered in her childhood,
Briefly to dance sweet summer days along;
While oft, in flowery vale or waving wildwood,
She blest the bluebird with her little song.
Now bends the cypress, weeping limb and boughs.
Sad night come down to lave the leaf with tears;
Soft, gentle zephyrs sigh their wonted vows
Unto the love of life's departed years.

Ten thousand days' bright dawn shall beam upon it,
Ten thousand nights' sweet stars shall come with care;
Ten thousand wild-birds' lovely warbling on it
Shall bring oblations to my Clara fair.
Earth's lengthened years are little in His sight,
Who rolls the spheres in majesty above;
Whose sun on high is but a candle-light,
To lead frail mortals to a throne of love.