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My Native Home
By MRS. ELIZABETH MARKHAM
The thoughts of home my bosom thrill,I love my native country still—Her flowing streams and gushing rills, Her sunshine and her storms.
And birds of sweet melodious strains,Her summer showers and autumn rains;I love her wide extended plains, In nature's loveliest forms.
Her flowing rivers wide, and deep,In majesty and grandeur sweepTo the Atlantic's rolling deep, Their tribute there to pay.
And when my heart was sad and lone,Through her sweet groves I love to roam:To hear the wild bird's merry tone— Her plaintive melody.
