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BACK AGAIN.
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[In the United States and Canada there are neither primroses nor daisies; larks nor nightingales.]
I
Back again to the land where the primroses blow,And the thrush and the nightingale build in the thorn;
Where the hedges are white with the blossoming sloe,
And the lark in mid air sings his hymn to the morn!
Back again to the land where the daisies of Earth
In beauty compete with the stars of the Sky;
Back again! Back again to the land of our birth,
For whose glory we'd live! for whose safety we'd die!
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II
Back again to the land where the women are kind,And glitter in beauty like roses in dew;
Where the men have stout arms, as their enemies find,
And hearts that are soft as their actions are true.
Back again to the cliffs that no foeman shall climb,
To the land of the honest, the brave, and the free;
Whose story 's a light in the darkness of Time—
Back again! Back again! dearest England, to thee!
Boston, Massachusetts, May 18th, 1858.
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