The old Shipyard.
The above is inserted in the Register as a memorial to the Medford industry that was at its best in the '40s and vanished entirely in ‘73. Only here and there ‘the old men gather still’ to tell of the old days. The remains of the old wharves are gone by the improvement of the river. Even the sea in its perennial youth is crowded back; in part the river has taken on a new form. With this has come a new industry — the building of motor boats. For a few years boat builders have occupied the old tide mill, and a modern structure of brick near by will soon be used by another firm. Here and there along the river individuals are building their own craft for use on the lakes and the new Mystic now nearing completion.
In the days when the sea was oldThe ships are ghosts of gray,
And the builders lithe and young,
From timber that gleamed like gold
This carpet of chips was flung.
Here rested the noble ships-
Keel, frame, and towering spar,
And where the horizon dips
They sailed and vanished afar.
Or shattered on reef or shore;
The rent wharf wastes away,
And the axes ring no more.
But the old men gather still
And talk in the shipyard tongue
Of the past—forever real;
And the sea—forever young.In Youths Companion, Jan. 30, 1808.