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I love thy wide waters, and thy bleak barren sands,
 'Tis pleasure such contrasts in nature to see,
I love the parade of thy red warrior's bands,
 But the home of my children is dearer to me.

Fare thee well, lovely land, in wilderness reposing,
 Fit garden for rearing fair forms and proud souls—
Farewell to the hills thy green valleys enclosing,
 In peace may they bloom, while thy blue waters roll.

For as long as may flourish the ever-green pine,
 So long may thy people be prosp'rous and free;
Be the home of the happy—thou may'st not be mine,
 For the scenes of my childhood are dearer to me.

Y.O.U.

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Oregon From the Repository of the Falls Association. Printed, in the Oregon Spectator, Vol. 1 , No. 7, April 30, 1846
H. A. G. Lee, Editor

Hail! thou blest land, unrecorded in story,
Thy prospects are happy—untarnish'd thy glory;
Thy laws are propitious, by freemen enacted—
For peace and protection thy people have acted.
Thy councils have met, and have pledg'd in the name
Of the God of the just, to support thy fair fame;
Sage wisdom presided, by day and by night,
And sanctioned all efforts, supported by right.
At length they arose; the curtain withdraws,
And presents to the people a system of laws,
Which are wholesome and just, and all calmly decide
They are willing, with pleasure, by them to abide.
Oregonians! thrice happy, if such be your lot,
Look not on this globe for a more envied spot
Than this, your fair country, which one day may be
The home of the wealthy—the land of the free.