A poem delivered in the first congregational church in the town of Quincy, May 25, 1840 the two hundredth anniversary of the incorporation of the town |
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 | A poem delivered in the first congregational church in the town of Quincy, May 25, 1840 |  |
Soul of my Country! if thou art not hid
From thine own eyes, arouse thee and forbid
A prophecy so dark! Wake in thy might,
And o'er thy youthful beauty wear the bright
And spotless robe of holiness divine,
That the whole world may see no brighter land than thine!
From thine own eyes, arouse thee and forbid
A prophecy so dark! Wake in thy might,
And o'er thy youthful beauty wear the bright
And spotless robe of holiness divine,
That the whole world may see no brighter land than thine!
| A poem delivered in the first congregational church in the town of Quincy, May 25, 1840 | |