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Brother, do you recollect, in some spiritual vacation,
Of the Christmas night we spent, over in the “Heathen Nation”?
(That was what our people called it, since it hadn't the same appearin'
As a place that antedated it a dozen years in clearin').
[So said Ahab Adams, banker—owning holdings few could purchase,
To his brother, leading pastor 'mongst a hundred city churches.]
Of the Christmas night we spent, over in the “Heathen Nation”?
(That was what our people called it, since it hadn't the same appearin'
As a place that antedated it a dozen years in clearin').
[So said Ahab Adams, banker—owning holdings few could purchase,
To his brother, leading pastor 'mongst a hundred city churches.]
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