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They love their land because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why;
Would shake hands with a king upon his throne,
And think it kindness to his Majesty.

— Fitz-Greene Halleck

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There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.

Strike—for your altars and your fires!
Strike—for the green graves of your sires!
God, and your native land!

Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days!
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.

Come when the heart beats high and warm,
With banquet song, and dance, and wine!

One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.

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