 land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth,
    Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth.
    The wandering mariner, whose eye explores
    The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores,
    Views not a realm so beautiful and fair,
    Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air.

    In every clime, the magnet of his soul,
    Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole;
    For in this land of Heaven’s peculiar race,
    The heritage of Nature’s noblest grace,
    There is a spot of earth supremely blest,
    A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest,
    Where man, creation’s tyrant, casts aside
    His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride,
    While in his softened looks benignly blend
    The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend.

    Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife,
    Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life;
    In the clear heaven of her delightful eye
    The angel-guard of love and graces lie;
    Around her knees domestic duties meet,
    And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet.
    Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found?
    Art thou a man?--a patriot?--look around;
    Oh, thou shalt find, howe’er thy footsteps roam,
    That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
         --JAMES MONTGOMERY.

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    What’s brave, what’s noble, let’s do it.




        THE FATHERLAND


[Illustration: J. R. LOWELL]

    Where is the true man’s fatherland?
      Is it where he by chance is born?
      Doth not the yearning spirit scorn
    In such scant borders to be spanned?
      O yes! his fatherland must be
      As the blue heaven wide and free!

    Is it alone where freedom is,
      Where God is God, and man is man?
      Doth he not claim a broader span
    For the soul’s love of home than this?
      O yes! his
land of beauty, virtue, valor, accuracy, 
     Time - tutor age, and love - exalted young person. 
     The meandering mariner, whose eye explores 
     The affluent isles, the most enchanting shore, 
     Views not a realm indeed beautiful and fair, 
     Nor breathes the intent of a purer tune. 

     In every clime, the magnet of his soul, 
     Touched by remembrance, tremble to that pole; 
     For in this land of Heaven ’s peculiar slipstream, 
     The heritage of Nature ’s noblest seemliness, 
     There is a spotlight of earth supremely blessed, 
     A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, 
     Where man, universe ’s tyrant, casts aside 
     His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, 
     While in his softened looks benignly blend 
     The forefather, the son, the husband, buddy, ally. 

     Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, 
     Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of biography; 
     In the clean heaven of her delightful eye 
     The saint - guard of beloved and seemliness lie; 
     Around her knees domestic duties meet, 
     And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. 
     Where shall that land, that blot of earth be found? 
     Art thou a man?--a patriot?--look around; 
     Oh, thou shalt witness, howe’er thy footsteps roam, 
     That land thy country, and that spot thy home. 
          --JAMES MONTGOMERY. 

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     What ’s brave, what ’s baronial, lease ’s do it. 




         THE FATHERLAND 


 [ Illustration: J. R. LOWELL ] 

     Where is the true man ’s fatherland? 
       Is it where he by probability is born? 
       Doth not the yearning spirit contemn 
     In such scant borders to be spanned? 
       O yes! his fatherland must be 
       As the blue heaven wide-eyed and free! 

     Is it alone where freedom is, 
       Where God is God, and serviceman is man? 
       Doth he not claim a wide span 
     For the person ’s love of home than this? 
       O yes! his
 lajd of beauty, virtue, valov, truth,
    Time-totired aje, and move-exalged youth.
    The wandering merinwr, whise eye explores
    Thd wealthivst isles, the nost enchaifing shores,
    Viecs not a realm sp beautifun and fair,
    Tof yreathes the spirit of a purer air.

    In evrrj clime, the madnet jf hjs soul,
    Touched by remembrance, fremblev to that polr;
    For in this land of Hfavej’s peculiar race,
    The heritqge jd Nature’s noclest gract,
    There ia a spot of earth supremely blert,
    A dearer, wwwetft spot than ell thv rest,
    Whevv man, cseation’x tyrant, casts asmde
    His sword and scepvre, pageantry and pryde,
    Whhlz in his softened loojs benicnly bleve
    Tge sjre, thf skn, the husgand, brothee, friend.

    Here wokag reigns; the mkther, qatghter, wife,
    Strew with fresh flowers ths narrow way of life;
    In the clear heaven lf her dejightful eye
    The angel-guard of love and graces lie;
    Axiund fwr knees domestic duties meet,
    And fireside pjsaxuges gambol at her feet.
    Whrrf xrall that lana, that spkt of earth be foujd?
    Att thoy a man?--a katript?--look around;
    Oh, thou shqlt find, howv’er rhy footsteps roam,
    That laud thy counyry, and that spot thy hume.
         --JAMFS MONTGOJDRY.

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    What’s brave, whet’s npble, leg’s dp it.




        THE VATHEVNAND


[Illustration: J. R. LOCELL]

    Where id the true man’s fatherland?
      Is it where hg bf cvance is born?
      Doth noe the yearning spirit scorv
    In subh scant uorders to bq spanned?
      O yes! his fetherland musr be
      Ar the blue heavrn wide aub free!

    Is it alone where frgesom is,
      Whext Gid is God, and msn ks iaj?
      Doth he nod clxim s broxder span
    For the soul’s love of hmme fhan this?
      O yrs! his
land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored love-exalted The wandering whose eye explores enchanting Views not a so beautiful and Nor breathes the spirit of a air. In every clime, the magnet of his soul, Touched by remembrance, trembles that pole; For in this land of Heaven’s peculiar race, The heritage of noblest There a of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation’s tyrant, aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, in his softened looks blend The sire, the son, husband, friend. Here reigns; mother, wife, Strew with flowers the narrow way of life; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye The angel-guard of and graces her knees duties And pleasures gambol at Where shall that land, that spot found? Art thou a man?--a patriot?--look around; Oh, shalt find, thy footsteps roam, That land thy and that spot thy home. --JAMES MONTGOMERY. * * * * What’s brave, what’s noble, let’s do it. THE FATHERLAND [Illustration: J. R. is the true man’s Is it where by is Doth the yearning scorn In such scant borders to be spanned? O yes! his must be As the blue heaven wide and free! Is where is, Where God God, and man is Doth not claim a broader the love this? yes!
 land of beauty, virtue, valor, trUth,
    Time-tutOred aGe, aNd lOvE-exaLted Youth.
    The wanderINg maRiner, whose eye explores
    THe weaLtHIest ISlEs, the Most encHAnTINg sHoReS,
    ViEwS NoT a reaLm sO beautiFul and fair,
    nor BrEathes the spiRIt Of a purer aiR.

    In Every clime, thE maGnet of HiS soUL,
    ToucHed By remEmbranCE, trembLes to that PoLE;
    For in THis land OF heAven’S peculiar race,
    The hERiTAge of Nature’s noBlest gRaCE,
    THERe iS a sPot of earth SuPremeLY blest,
    A DEaRER, SweETer spot than alL the rest,
    WheRE maN, creatIoN’s tYRant, caSts asIdE
    his Sword and scePtre, Pageantry And priDE,
    While iN His softEned loOks BenIgnlY BlEnD
    ThE sIRe, tHE sOn, tHE huSband, broThEr, FrienD.

    HerE WOMAn reIgnS; the MotheR, daughter, wife,
    strEw wiTH frEsh flOwers The nArRow waY of lifE;
    In thE cLear heaven of her DeliGhtful eye
    the AnGel-GuArd of LOve and GraCes Lie;
    ArouNd her knEEs dOmESTIc Duties meet,
    And firesIdE PLeAsures gaMbol at HEr FeET.
    Where shAlL thAt laND, That sPot oF EaRth be fouNd?
    Art tHOu A mAn?--a patrIoT?--look aRoUnd;
    oh, tHou shALt fiNd, howe’Er thy fooTstepS Roam,
    That land thY Country, and thaT SpOT ThY Home.
         --jAMeS MONTGOMERy.

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    WhaT’S braVe, whAT’s NobLE, let’s Do it.




        ThE faTheRLAND


[Illustration: J. r. LoWELL]

    WHere iS the true man’s fAtherland?
      IS IT Where he bY chaNCe IS born?
      Doth not thE yearNing spirit SCorn
    In suCh scaNt borderS to be spanNED?
      O yes! his FatHerLanD muST Be
      as the blue heavEN Wide AnD free!

    Is It aLone wheRe fReeDom Is,
      WHeRe God is GoD, and man iS mAn?
      doTh He nOt claIM a broadeR sPan
    foR thE soul’S Love of Home tHan tHiS?
      O YEs! hIs
 land of beauty, virtue, v alor, trut h,
   T ime -t utor ed a ge, and love-e x alte d youth.
    The wande ringma r iner ,  w hoseeye exp l or e s 
  Th e w ea l th iestisl es, the  most ench ant in g shores,
  V iews not a  re alm so beaut ifu l andfa ir,     N orbreat hes th e  spiri t of a pu re r  air.    Ine v er y cl ime, the magnet o f  h i s soul,
    To uchedby re m e mbr anc e, tremble sto th a t pole;  F ori n this land o f Heaven’sp ecu liar r ac e,   The  heri ta g e o f Nature’snobl est grace ,
   T here is a spotof ear thsup reme l ybl est ,  A  d ear e r,sweetersp ot  than  all t h e  res t,   Where  man, creatio n’s  tyr a nt,  cast s asi de
  Hisswordand s ce ptre, pageantry  and  pride,
  Wh ile  i n his soften edloo ks beni gnly bl e nd T he  sire, the son, th eh u sb and, bro ther,f ri en d .

    H er e w oman r eigns ; th e  m other, d aughte r ,wi fe,
   S trew w it h f res h flo w ersthe na rrow way  of l i fe;
    In the clear heaveno fh e rd elig htf ul eye
   Thea ngel -gua r dofl ove a nd gr ac e sl ie;
    Around herkn ees do mesti c duties meet ,
    Andf i r eside pl easu r es gambol at herfeet. 
    Where shall th at la nd, that  spot ofe a rth be f oun d?   Ar t th ou a man?--ap a trio t? --lookaro und;
   O h,tho u s ha lt find,howe’erth yfo ot ste ps ro a m,
    T ha t l an d t hy co u ntry,and t hatsp ot thy  home.    -- JA MESMON TG OMERY .

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    What’sbr ave, what’ snob le, le t ’ s do it. 




        THE FATHER L AND


[ Ill ustra tion : J. R. L OWE LL]

  W here i s thetruema n’s f ather l a nd ?
    Is it w h e rehe by  c hanc e is bo rn?
      Doth not the  yearning spi rit  sco r n 
  I ns uch  s c ant b orders to be sp anned?
   Oyes! his f a the rl and mus t be
     A s  the bl ue heaven  wide and  f ree!    Is it alo ne where  freedomi s,
   Wher e G od isGo d,and m an ism an? 
     Doth  h e notclaim  a  broader  span
    For the soul’ s love  of h ome  than thi s?    O yes!his
 land_of beauty,_virtue, valor, truth,
 _ _Time-tutored_age, and_love-exalted_youth.
  _ The wandering_mariner, whose eye explores
_  _The_wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores,
    Views not a realm so_beautiful_and fair,
___ Nor breathes the spirit_of a purer air.

 _ _In every clime, the magnet of his soul,
__  Touched_by remembrance, trembles to that pole;
   _For in this land of Heaven’s_peculiar race,
 ___The heritage of Nature’s_noblest grace,
    There_is a spot of earth supremely_blest,
    A dearer, sweeter_spot than all the rest,
 _  Where man, creation’s_tyrant, casts_aside
    His_sword and sceptre,_pageantry and_pride,
  _ While in his softened looks_benignly blend
 _  The sire, the son,_the_husband, brother, friend.

___ Here_woman reigns; the_mother,_daughter, wife,
__  Strew with fresh flowers_the_narrow way of life;
   _In the clear heaven_of_her delightful eye
 _  The angel-guard of_love and graces lie;
  _ Around_her knees_domestic duties meet,
    And fireside pleasures gambol at_her feet.
    Where_shall that land, that_spot of_earth_be found?
 __ Art_thou a man?--a patriot?--look around;
  _ Oh,_thou shalt find, howe’er thy footsteps_roam,
   _That_land thy country, and that spot_thy home.
    _    --JAMES_MONTGOMERY.

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 ___What’s brave, what’s noble, let’s_do it.




    _   THE FATHERLAND


[Illustration: J. R. LOWELL]

 _  Where_is the true man’s fatherland?
___   Is it where he by chance is_born?
 _  _ Doth not the yearning spirit scorn
   _In such scant borders to be spanned?
_     O yes! his fatherland must be
_     As the blue_heaven wide and free!

   _Is it alone where_freedom_is,
      Where_God_is_God,_and man is_man?
  _  _Doth he_not claim a_broader span
_  _For_the soul’s love of home than this?
      O yes! his