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KNICKERBOCKER GALLERY.
Yet think not so; old England's blood
Runs warm in English veins,
But wafted o'er the icy flood
Its better life remains;
Runs warm in English veins,
But wafted o'er the icy flood
Its better life remains;
Our children know each wild-wood smell,
The bayberry and the fern,
The man who does not know them well
Is all too old to learn.
The bayberry and the fern,
The man who does not know them well
Is all too old to learn.
Be patient; Love has long been grown;
Ambition waxes strong,
And Heaven is asking time alone
To mould a child of song.
Ambition waxes strong,
And Heaven is asking time alone
To mould a child of song.
When Fate draws forth the mystic lot
The chosen bard that calls,
No eye will be upon the spot
Where the bright token falls,
The chosen bard that calls,
No eye will be upon the spot
Where the bright token falls,
Perchance the blue Atlantic's brink,
The broad Ohio's gleam,
Or where the panther stoops to drink
Of wild Missouri's stream:
The broad Ohio's gleam,
Or where the panther stoops to drink
Of wild Missouri's stream:
Where winter clasps with glittering ice
Katahdin's silver chains,
Or Georgia's flowery paradise
Unfolds its blushing plains:
Katahdin's silver chains,
Or Georgia's flowery paradise
Unfolds its blushing plains:
But know that none of ancient earth
Can bring the sacred fire;
He drinks the wave of Western birth
That rules the Western lyre!
Can bring the sacred fire;
He drinks the wave of Western birth
That rules the Western lyre!
