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Peace, with its large and lilied calms,
Like moonlight sleeps on land and lake,
With healing in its dewy balms,
For pride that pines and hearts that ache,
From Huron to the land of palms!
Like moonlight sleeps on land and lake,
With healing in its dewy balms,
For pride that pines and hearts that ache,
From Huron to the land of palms!
From rock-bound Massachusetts Bay
To California's Golden Gate;
From where Itasca's waters play,
To those which plunge or palpitate
A thousand happy leagues away,
To California's Golden Gate;
From where Itasca's waters play,
To those which plunge or palpitate
A thousand happy leagues away,
And drink, among her dunes and bars,
The Mississippi's boiling tide,
Still floating from a million spars,
The nation's ensign, undefied,
Blazons its galaxy of stars.
The Mississippi's boiling tide,
Still floating from a million spars,
The nation's ensign, undefied,
Blazons its galaxy of stars.
No more to party strife the slave,
And freed from Hate's infernal spells,
Love pays her tribute to the brave,
And snows her holy immortelles
O'er friend and foe, where'er his grave.
And freed from Hate's infernal spells,
Love pays her tribute to the brave,
And snows her holy immortelles
O'er friend and foe, where'er his grave.
On every Decoration Day
Each pilgrim to her hallowed grounds
Brings tribute of a flower or spray;
And white-haired Mildred finds her mounds
Decked with the garnered bloom of May.
Each pilgrim to her hallowed grounds
Brings tribute of a flower or spray;
And white-haired Mildred finds her mounds
Decked with the garnered bloom of May.
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And Philip's first-born, strong and sage,
(Through Heaven's design or happy chance)
Finds the old church his heritage;
And still, The Mistress of the Manse,
Sits Mildred, in her silver age!
(Through Heaven's design or happy chance)
Finds the old church his heritage;
And still, The Mistress of the Manse,
Sits Mildred, in her silver age!
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