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OHIO, FAIR AND FREE. 167
The winding path, I know it well, Across the fields, along the streams,
Is trod again as heart-throbs swell,
To meet the fond one of my dreams, —
The one, Ohio, loved by me,
As only I love her and thee.
Thus, thus, a soldier prone to dream, I think of scenes once loved and known,
Though miles uncounted intervene Between me and my dear old home.
Thus, thus, Ohio, fair and free,
A son of thine remembers thee.
Ohio, fair, thou art to me
More dear than all the world besides, I love thee well from Erie's sea,
To where thy peaceful river glides ; Ohio, fair, for thee I fight, And those in peace with thee to-night. Holly-Springs, Miss.