a tribute of gratitude.
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A TRIBUTE OF GRATITUDE
"Know ye the land," where they we]come the stranger,
With heart as with hand, frank, confiding, sincere;—
Where the lonely, the languid, the sorrowing ranger,
Like a brother, they watch over, cherish, and cheer?
With heart as with hand, frank, confiding, sincere;—
Where the lonely, the languid, the sorrowing ranger,
Like a brother, they watch over, cherish, and cheer?
Where a smile warm and radiant everywhere meets him,
On earth,—in the air,—from the arch o'er his head,—
And the sweetest, and purest, and gayest, that greets him,
From the eyes of its own merry maidens, is shed?
On earth,—in the air,—from the arch o'er his head,—
And the sweetest, and purest, and gayest, that greets him,
From the eyes of its own merry maidens, is shed?
"Know ye the land," in which nature is never
Without some wild blossom to twine in her hand?—
Without some wild blossom to twine in her hand?—
