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emancipated a  hemisphere,  resigned  its  crown,  and  preferred  ;.he  retire
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                           ment  of  domestic  life ent  of  domestic  life  to the  adoration  of  a  land  he  might  be  almost
                           said  Lo  have  created

                                         " How  jilJnil  Vi-ei  ran It thee upon glory’s  pag;e,
                                          Thou more  tlisu soldier  und just less  than  aagu ;
                                          All thou hast been  reflects  less, i'atuft on  thee,
                                          1'ar less,  than  fill  thou hast forebome  to  be  !  ”
                             Happy,  proud  American!  the  lightings  of  heaven  yielded  to  your
                          philosophy  I   The  tcmpUitions  of  earth  could  not  Seduce  your
                          patriotism  !— C h a r l ie  Pinixirs.




                                                     T H E   L O V E = K N O T .


                                          T    Y I N G   her  bonnet  under  her  chin^
                                                 She  tied  her  raven  ringlets  in.
                                                 But  not alone  in  the  silken  snare
                                          Did  she  catch  her lovesy iloaling  hair,
                                          For,  tying  her bonnet  under her  chin,
                                          She  tied  a voun^ man.1;  heart within.
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                                          They  were  strolling together  up the hill,
                                          Where the wind came  blowing  merry  and  chill
                                          And it blew  the  curls  a  frolicsome race,
                                          All  over the happy  peach-colored  face.
                                          Till  scolding  and  laughing,  she  tied  them in,
                                          Under  her  beautiful,  dimpled  chin,


                                          And  it blew  a  color,  bright as  the  bloom
                                          Of the pinkest fuchsia’s  tossing  plume,
                                          All  over  the checks  of the  prettiest girl
                                          That  ever imprisoned a  romping  curl,
                                          Or, in  tying  her  bonnet  under  her  chin,
                                          Tied  a young  man's  heart within.
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