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BLUE GRASS BALLADS
"The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay; The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom, While the birds are making music all the day."
The hewed-log meeting-house, deep in the wood,
Has gone with the passing years; A grass-grown hillock now marks where it stood,
That memory dews with her tears. 'Twas old Mount Zion, the loved and the blest,
Of souls so simple and true, And they have gone to the peace and the rest,
That lies 'neath the sorrowing yew.
So comes the old song back once more, That oft we sang in days of yore:
" Here I'll raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'll come; And I hope by thy good pleasure Safely to arrive at home."
How swells the heart of the patriot crew, Where proud the banner streams,
That's called " Old Glory," the Red, White and Blue, Whose star-light flashes and gleams