Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, 1 Nor named thee but to praise.
Fitz-Greene Halleck
They love their land because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his Majesty.
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There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
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But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
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