Beachwood Days (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from Beachwood Days I'll sing you no ambitious lays Of war and war's alarms; My song shall be of Beachwood days And Beachwood's many charms. Thrice now has the diurnal orb Described the rounded year, Since first fair Beachwood did absorb The flying seasons here. It seems but yesterday, indeed, Like twinkling eyes a few; Since here our pioneers decreed A budding life-place new. All hail to him who broke the ground And with a wizard's touch Made inn and lodge and club abound - The shelters needed much. Who decked the beach with comforts rare With seats and hammocks, too; Who built the little bowers where Romance could bill and coo? Whose rustic fences spanned the height By silver-powdered walks, Where, in the sunshine, pure and bright, Resound our laughs and talks? The pine-wood's dormant days were o'er When Mayo came to plan; He placed a crown upon this shore, This new Aladdin man. 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.