Land of soft showers and far-extending vales, And woodlands fanned by summer’s gentlest gales, And streams, that glisten as they steal, half hid The tangled brake and waving sedge amid; Land!—where rich plenty with abounding flow, 5 Bids ’neath her smile the golden meadow glow, And from the juicy herbage—Nature’s wealth! Draws the pure stream of sustenance and health; Land—where, beneath Wealth’s hospitable dome, Refinement dwells, and Science finds a home,— 10 In whose sweet sylvan shades the classic Muse Her richer buds upon thy green lap strews; With thy soft breath her tuneful whisper blends, And to the Poet’s home her brightness lends,— Smiles at his hearth, dispels the gath’ring tear, …
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