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Shades of my Fathers! great, or good,
This heart yet glorying in your blood,
Pleads for that peace which earth denies,
The living branch, whose foliage young,
Mid your deep-rooted virtues sprung;
With a good angel's guardian care,
Shield from the night-frost of despair,
Driven by life's storms, its torn leaf lies,
Immortal, full in bloom to rise.
Sires of a firm unbroken line,
Source of my life—YOUR HEAVEN IS MINE.