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PublisherForgotten Books
ISBN-101332174493
ISBN-139781332174492
eBay Product ID (ePID)246312263
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Book TitleOur First Old Home Day at Salem, Maine : August Seventeenth, 1904 (Classic Reprint)
Number of Pages248 Pages
LanguageEnglish
TopicGeneral
Publication Year2015
IllustratorYes
GenreBiography & Autobiography
AuthorUnknown Author
FormatTrade Paperback
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Item Height0.5 in
Item Weight11.9 Oz
Item Length9 in
Item Width6 in
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SynopsisExcerpt from Our First Old Home Day at Salem, Maine: August Seventeenth, 1904 First, because a large number of those present on Old Home Day could not hear the speakers and were promised at the time that they should have an opportunity later of seeing in print as much of the proceedings as could easily he reproduced. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works., Excerpt from Our First Old Home Day at Salem, Maine: August Seventeenth, 1904 To Old Salem I know a little village in the north Whose green fields now the white spring-flowers storm In curling waves of snow-white daisy-foam, Up-beating fierce in Spring's abandonment, Till all the lonely little village streets Are flecked with fragrant foam. I know a little village in the north From off whose rampart heights the clarion spring Flings far her yellow-throated messages And fair flower-blazoned heraldry, Till all the lonely little village streets Are sweet with minstrelsy. I know a little village in the north Which Abram shields against the winter's storm, Bold-squaring his broad shoulders to the blast, Kind sentinel, faithful unto the trust Of guarding all the sheltered homes below Where the Quick River runs. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
