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MY OWN UNITED STATES. |
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The poet sings of sunny France,
Fair olive laden Spain, The Grecian Isles, Italia's smiles,
And India's torrid plain, Of Egypt, countless ages old,
Dark Afric's palms and dates, Let me acclaim, the land I name,
My own United States.
I love every inch of her prairie land,
Each stone on her mountain's side. I love every drop of the water clear,
That flows in her rivers wide; I love every tree, every blade of grass,
Within Columbia's gates! The Queen of the earth is the land of my birth,
My own United States.
The poet sings of Switzerland,
Braw Scotland's heathered moor, The shimm'ring sheen of Ireland's green,
Old England's rock-bound shore, Quaint Holland and the Fatherland,
Their charm in verse relates. Let me acclaim the land I name,
My own United States. I love &c, &c. |
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