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 | The Collected Poetry of Paul Laurence Dunbar : |  |
The Land o' Used to Be
There's a ripple of fountains
That rise in the mountains,
And a murmur of rills
That spring in the hills,
And the streams go on with a softer flow,
And the sun goes down with a warmer glow,
There's a smiling cot by a sparkling sea
In the dear old land o' Used to Be!
That rise in the mountains,
And a murmur of rills
That spring in the hills,
And the streams go on with a softer flow,
And the sun goes down with a warmer glow,
There's a smiling cot by a sparkling sea
In the dear old land o' Used to Be!
The skies there are bluer,
And fond hearts are truer,
And love is the theme
That mountain and stream
Sing to wood and sky as the days go by,
In a raptured voice that is sweet and high;
Oh, the days are bright and the nights care-free
In the dear old land o' Used to Be!
And fond hearts are truer,
And love is the theme
That mountain and stream
Sing to wood and sky as the days go by,
In a raptured voice that is sweet and high;
Oh, the days are bright and the nights care-free
In the dear old land o' Used to Be!
There's a smile in the shadows,
As over the meadows
The wanderer springs
While gayly he sings;
There's a kiss from mother who bides at the gate,
And a shy, glad glance from my wee winsome Kate—
Oh, there's light and there's love and there's life for me
In the dear old land o' Used to Be!
As over the meadows
The wanderer springs
While gayly he sings;
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And a shy, glad glance from my wee winsome Kate—
Oh, there's light and there's love and there's life for me
In the dear old land o' Used to Be!
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