“That's Where Maine Comes In”
The Academy Bell, Fryeberg, Maine, 1929
Far to the east where the winds blow keenest,
Here is where the grass grows greenest;
Our beautiful land with its rock-bound coast,
Guarded by islands, a sentinel host,
That's where Maine comes in.
Far to the east where the north winds roar,
And the surf resounds on her rocky shores,
Where the tall cliffs rise in majesty,
Keeping watch o'er the looming sea,
That's where Maine comes in.
Far to the east where the pine grows strongest,
Where the reign of winter is sometimes longest,
Where men are noble and strong and true,
Where women are brave and loving, too,
That's where Maine comes in.
Where the handclasp is a little warmer,
Where the heart beats are a little stronger,
Where heaven seems a little clearer,
And God's promise shineth clearer,
That's where Maine comes in.
Where the wild bird's wing is fleetest,
Where the robin's song is sweetest,
Where the lakes and rivers are pure and clear,
And nature sings to the listening ear,
That's where Maine comes in.
Tho' far thru the world our feet go roaming,
Our hearts will turn homeward when comes the gloaming,
And we'll long to rest where the pines are sighing,
Under the star-lit heavens lying.
In life, in death, our hearts within.
That's where Maine comes in.