Morn on the Summer Sea- the breaking light
Is trembling on the mountain's misty height,
And upland lea- and on the distant glen-
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For other scenes their lights expand,
Out in the savage western land,
Where wildernesses lone and grand,
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A noble sight is this, I ween,
Fair panorama of the sea,
The ocean white with crested foam
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New England's dead! New England's dead!
On every hill they lie;
On every field of strife, made red
By bloody victory.
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In winter, when the snows lie deep
In shapeless hillock, drifted heap;
When thick the hollow vales they fill,
And woods are trackless on the hill,
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Monarch of the realms supernal,
Ranger of the land and sea,
Symbol of the Grand Republic,
Who so noble and so free?
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In Indian Ocean, or in seas
That dash their billows upon tropic isles,
Where the perennial, soft summer time
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We cross'd a brawling mountain torrent, far
From our Indian camp. The red, angry glare
Of crimson sunset shimmer'd through the clouds
Of dust that fill'd the air with their dull, coppery hues,
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Amid the wildernesses vast
That gird the Mississippi's shores,
'Mid woods whose shadows dense are cast
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I ofttimes come to this lonely place,
And forget the stir of my restless race;
Forget the woes of human life,
The bitter pang and the constant strife,
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