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LOWER that glad Summer gleams with
charm indue, With conjuring rods evoking saffron dyes, To vest nude hills in joy of hue, To paint with cheer the vale's sad view And point above to freedom's sapphire skies - Our Nation's beams now summon thee, For growth of liberty aglow to stand, Her figured strength in bloom to be - In garlands sun-wrought for the free, An aureate ensign on her golden land! |
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