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Show FOURTH OF JULY. Though contented we roam all the rest of the year Amid palaces over the foam, O, there is one day when American hearts Turn fondly to country and home! The ivy clad abbeys and castles and tombs Are seen through a tear in the eye When the calendar points to that glorious date. The Fourth of July. We know from the pines on the Kennebec's Kenne-bec's banks To the live oaks, in mantles of gray, On the Indian river, the land of the freq Is everywhere keeping the day. From the walls of the mansion and cottage cot-tage alike Tn the breezes of summertime fly The star studded folds of the red, white and blue, On Fourth of July. So let cannons and cracks and pistols and drums And riinwheels and rockets that soar, With booming and bursting and rattle and bang And sputter and whiz and uproar. Proclaim we are glad we were born In a land The host that is under the Fky And are proud of that truly American day, The Fourth of July. Minna Irving in Leslie's Weekly. |