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That's Cape Cod
Where friendly little houses are
With blinds of blue or green,
Where water-lilies lift their cups-
The fairest ever seen-
Within the sound of Ocean's roar,
Along the ever changing shore
That's Cape Cod.
Where gaily painted wind-mills whirl,
And Bob-whites call, and Whippoorwills;
Where old roads wind among the trees,
And every breeze some white sail fills:
Where roses climb on old gray walls,
When soft-voiced summer stands and calls,
That's Cape Cod.
Where great white churches crown the hills,
And look o'er sea and land,
Blood-brothers of the beacons tall,
Like sentinels they stand,
Unshaken tho' the tempests rage,
Unmoved from age to age,
That's Cape Cod.
Bernice Hall Legg
COPYRIGHT BY E. D. WEST
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CAPE COD is unique. Nowhere in the world
can be found fifteen towns comprising one
hundred and forty-three home-like villages
with such qualifications. It faces four salt
seas; has five hundred and eighty-six miles
of shore line, three hundred and six miles
of beaches, encloses two hundred and seventy
beautiful natural lakes and ponds, and has
fourteen hundred and fifteen miles of maca-
dam roads. There are many places of historic
interest on CAPE COD.
DISTRIBUTED BY E. D. WEST CO., SOUTH YARMOUTH, CAPE COD, MASS.