. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Let fate frown on, so we love and part not;Tis life where thou art, tis death where thou art come oer the, , with me,Come wherever the wild wind blows;Seasons may roll,But the true soulBurns the same, whereer it goes. Was not the sea Made for the Free,Land for courts and chains alone? Here we are slaves. But, on the and Libertys all our eye to watch, and no tongue to wound earth forgot, and all heaven around us— Then come oer the sea, Maiden, with thro sunshine, storm and snow

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Let fate frown on, so we love and part not;Tis life where thou art, tis death where thou art come oer the, , with me,Come wherever the wild wind blows;Seasons may roll,But the true soulBurns the same, whereer it goes. Was not the sea Made for the Free,Land for courts and chains alone? Here we are slaves. But, on the and Libertys all our eye to watch, and no tongue to wound earth forgot, and all heaven around us— Then come oer the sea, Maiden, with thro sunshine, storm and snows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soulBurns the same, whereer it goes. -J^;:^^^«.^^..?^M^^ --^ ^

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