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I	A
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O fairest Dame of sylvan glades	B
We come to pay thee homage due	C
Embrace thee softly and to kiss	D
Thy lovely long forsaken cheeks	E
To smooth thy flowing silver locks	F
And bind about thy snowy neck	G
A necklace golden studded full	H
With rarest gems and shining pearls	I
Our eyes though sometimes dimmed with tears	J
In purer lustre sparkle forth	K
Whene'er they fall agaze on thee	L
Our ears attuned to thy sweet lay	M
Catch every flowing cadent note	N
And bear it ever safe within	O
Our rapturous hearts which gladly leap	P
Whene'er thy name is called	Q
Deep in our souls the quenchless fire	R
Of love full brightly burns upon	S
The sacred altar set apart	T
For sprite commune and sacrifice	U
Whose high priest tends with loving care	V
And unto thee sweet incense burns	W
Our tongues most gladly sing thy praise	X
And from it ne'er shall cease till all	Y
The land be free	L
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II	A
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A century lonely hast thou stood	Z
Here all forsaken and forgot	A2
All men failed thee to visit save	B2
Some idle lover of sylvan haunts	C2
Who trod perchance this hallowed spot	A2
And cast a pensive eye upon	S
This lovely glade thy sole abode	D2
Full lost in these continuous woods	E2
And brooding o'er thy lowly lot	A2
Oft thus did muse This cabin lone	F2
Here stands to tell the tale of him	G2
Back woodsman brave who having scaled	H2
The mystic mountains ne'er returned	I2
To them though loved yet left behind	J2
But here he chose his last abode	D2
These gloomy woods whose blackness stands	K2
Up hard against horizon's slope	L2
Grim spectral dreaded and untrod	D2
Save monsters great of savage mien	M2
That prowled or crouched upon their prey	M
Sent forth a vicious roar that fairly shook	N2
Old Sylvia far and near from vale	O2
Through crag to mountain peak	P2
Upon this spot the redskin oft	D2
Has danced his 'War dance' and his 'Feast '	-
His face a reddish hue aglow	Q2
Long locks with eaglets' plumes bedecked	D2
His bow and never failing dart	D2
And scalper dangling at his side	D2
More brightly gleamed his wary eye	A
As braves the war whoop loudly yelled	D2
A sight more like the fiery fiends	R2
From Pluto's ghastly shore returned	D2
Than human blood and bone	F2
They all have gone and left no tale	O2
But woe which hurled them ever hence	S2
To that shore whence no bark returns	W
Old Cabin thou a land mark art	D2
Of human progress' steady march	T2
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III	A
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Of thee	L
Thus has time passed with naught more said	D2
For man in his pedantic art	D2
Soars far in feeble flights of song	U2
From Nature's heart and thus he fails	V2
With Nature's God to hold commune	W2
The bard has slept dreamed many a dream	X2
But failed to dream one dream of thee	L
High hangs his lyre on willow reed	D2
And sitting 'neath yon shady nook	N2
He fails to catch one note of thy	A
Immortal song that fills the air	V
Awake O bard from sleep so deep	P
Attune thy lyre let Nature breathe	Y2
In her immortal breath of song	U2
Then wilt thou sing a song most sweet	D2
The song by Nature's vesper choir	R
Through all the countless ages sung	Z2
And still is singing day by day	M
Then all the world will join thy sweet	D2
Refrain in praise and ardent love	A3
Of this fair forest Dame	B3
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IV	A3
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The nations all their day shall have	A3
Yet each in turn shall rise and fall	Y
As falls the dark brown autumn leaf	A3
Or as those dread sky kissing tides	C3
Which toss frail barks high upon	S
Some ghastly frowning storm beat shore	D3
Though slowly yet quite surely ebb away	M
Aye Egypt fair once spread the Nile	E3
And green bay tree like proudly flourished	D2
Her snowy sails sea ports bedecked	D2
And deeply ploughed the rolling main	F3
Or clave the placid lakes as does	G3
The gentle swan when some soft breeze	H3
The bulrush stirs flings its perfume	I3
Upon the rippling silver waves	J3
Fair cities dotted here and there	V
Her vast domain Her royal line	K3
Of Pharaohs held the sceptre gold	D2
Upon her all emblazoned throne	F2
Now Egypt fair is wreck and ruin	L3
For as fled on the flight of years	M3
The unrelenting Hand of time	N3
Wiped her sweet visage off the globe	O3
Naught save the grim grey pyramid	D2
Sublimest work of man yet stands	K2
To greet the rosy morn with proud	D2
Uplifted head expanded chest	D2
A death defiant scoff at time	N3
Yet hoary Time in his wild rage	P3
Of wreck and ruin like Jove shall hurl	Q3
His fiery bolts upon the head	D2
Of pyramid with ire and crush	R3
And raze it to its base with scorn	S3
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V	A3
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Next Greece the fairest nymph that trod	D2
This belted globe upon once shone	F2
As shines the Morning Orb long ere	V
The Dawn the rosy East has kissed	D2
High reared her sacred temples in	O
Olympia's shady groves and built	D2
There sacred altars to her gods	T3
Old Zeus and Phoebus oft here sat	D2
In council with their fellow gods	T3
And Homer fiery bard was first	D2
To smite the chords of nature's lyre	U3
Sweet sang he till the earth was filled	D2
With rarest strains of rapturous song	U2
Then art and letters blew and blushed	D2
The fairest flowers of ages past	D2
Whose essence spilled upon the breeze	H3
Is wafted still forever on	S
The twin deft with the flight of years	M3
And man in calm delight inhales	M3
The fragrance of pure classic lore	D3
But Greece is gone Her statues fair	V
Are mingled with the dust each god	D2
Has flown some fairer clime to rule	V3
Or subdued walks the dark abyss	M3
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VI	A3
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Then Rome the gaudy Southern Queen	M2
On seven rugged rock ribbed hills	M3
Securely built her throne The world	D2
Then saw a mighty power rise	M3
In splendor great as does the sun	L3
On some young swift winged morn of June	W2
A brighter dawning seemed to break	W3
Another life was lived for through	C
The Roman vein there coursed a blood	D2
A fiery burning blood of ire	U3
That rose and conquered all the world	D2
Great C sar led her legions forth	K
From victory on to victory	A3
And hung her royal pennons high	A3
In tower palace hall and throne	F2
The Roman sceptre swayed the globe	O3
Soft music soothed her savage ear	X3
Fine arts and sculptor were her toys	M3
And glory was her starry crown	Y3
But now we read the Fall of Rome	Z3
The doleful lay that tells the tale	O2
Of all who thus have passed away	M
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VII	A3
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To thee fair Dame we thus relate	D2
The things which were but are no more	D3
That thou mightest know the worldly way	M
And knowing have no timid fear	A4
To ever stir thy peaceful breast	D2
No fate like theirs awaits for thee	A3
For Fortune's maid shall tend with care	V
Thy every nod and beck yes place	M3
Upon thy queenly brow a crown	Y3
The starry crown by Freedom worn	S3
'Tis true no flint rock ribs thy base	M3
No stone thy corner marks for that	D2
What carest thou For boasted pride	D2
Thy frame is of the sturdy oak	B4
Inlaid with ribs of stately pine	K3
The Prince and Princess twain are they	M
Of all Columbia's giant woods	M3
The sylvan songsters sing thy praise	M3
From dawn till set of sun and then	C4
The nightingale the queen of song	U2
In praise of thee poureth forth her lay	M
Till every mellow silver note	D2
Far floating in the silent trees	M3
Is taken by an elfish choir	R
And chanted softly to the moon	W2
The eagle her wee eaglets tells	M3
Of thee that they may freedom love	A3
Then soaring full beyond the clouds	M3
She looks with vaunted pride on thee	A3
So must thy spirit fill the hearts	M3
Of all Columbia's youth as once	M3
It filled old Honest Abe thy son	L3
Thy pride the first born of thy love	A3
For when each lowly lad well knows	M3
That ever upwards he may soar	D3
Beyond vain tyrants' galling sway	M
To fairer climes where Freedom reigns	M3
Then will the shadow of thy wing	D4
For aye to them a shelter be	A3