Genealogy of the Caverly family : from the year 1116 to the year 1880, made profitable and exemplified by many a lesson of life . afar, —How, anxious, up and down ye filed,And hewed the logs, and upward piledThis fortress rude. How in dread war At humble huts, far-scattered wide. To toil ye gave the weary day.Then driven here, at eventide,The child and mother, side by side.Fast winding through the thorny way. Unheeded then the beasts of prey, The prowl of wolf no terrors brought.Nor rancorous reptiles in the way.The pilgrim heart knew no dismay.Save what the knife and fagot taught. Within thes
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Genealogy of the Caverly family : from the year 1116 to the year 1880, made profitable and exemplified by many a lesson of life . afar, —How, anxious, up and down ye filed, And hewed the logs, and upward piledThis fortress rude. How in dread war At humble huts, far-scattered wide. To toil ye gave the weary day.Then driven here, at eventide, The child and mother, side by side.Fast winding through the thorny way. Unheeded then the beasts of prey, The prowl of wolf no terrors brought.Nor rancorous reptiles in the way.The pilgrim heart knew no dismay.Save what the knife and fagot taught. Within these doors then bolted fast, Say, what of dreams? Pray speak and tell, How oft, amid the tempest blast.Ye heard the rattling arrows cast.The midnight gun, the savage yell. What tearful thought, and what the care. That moved the matrons and the menTo hug sweet infants, cradled theie.To guard the household, and to shareThe dangers dread impending then! And what when tedious years had passed, To mourn thy many kindred slain!Here then, at peace, ye lived at last.Yet did the sands of life fall fast.And dust to dust returned again.. Deserted no-er mtlim -itlioni.t Alone aloof, upou a. Mi.i^aidriimor rifs liatl come aboutTlriat m those port-lioles lookm^ on itTte uudrnght specti-e imgevs stiU^ QUE ANNALS. 171 How then the spirit, wafted liigh, From lifeless nature neath the ground;Then from the portals of the sky, Mid clouds of night, — oh, tell us why In this old fort ye still are found! Whence are thy joys eternal, bright, As if ye had no faltering fear.No sad bereavement, pain, nor blight, Nor care to cramp that calm delight. Foretold of faith in such career? Ye ve seen the tribes that roamed of yore.From Lovewells Lake to the foils of Berwick, Or down Cochecos woodland shore. Where Wat-che-no-it dipped his oar, At Dover old, or Squauomegonic. Since then as now to the market town. From the hills afor, yet blue and bland, Mid summers heat or winters frown.How settlers teamed their tr