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Thank you, God, for the state of Maine,
reaching ever for the first light of day.

As Thy people wake to eastern rays,
what chowder of nourishment
dost Thou prepare for body and soul:
concocted so delectably
of pine needles and potatoes,
of herring and clams
and lobsters in their rocky lairs,
of blueberries and new-mown hay and
a thousand lakes and little boats brave upon the deep.

Of such blessings did our fathers and mothers
distill their rugged liberty:
Grant us grace to win the same,
along the country roads
and on the fringed and tasseled coast
of our wooded land;
through Jesus Christ our Lord,
Amen.