FULL well I know the frozen hand has come
That smites the songs of grove and garden dumb,
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WHEN o’er the street the morning peal is flung
From yon tall belfry with the brazen tongue,
Its wide vibrations, wafted by the gale,
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YES, tyrants, you hate us, and fear while you hate
The self-ruling, chain-breaking, throne-shaking State!
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NEW ENGLAND, we love thee; no time can erase
From the hearts of thy children the smile on thy face.
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Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire!
Ye winds of Memory, sweep the silent lyre!
Ray of the past, if yet thou canst appear,
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TRAINED in the holy art whose lifted shield
Wards off the darts a never-slumbering foe,
By hearth and wayside lurking, waits to throw,
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THERE is no time like the old time, when you and I were young,
When the buds of April blossomed, and the birds of spring-time sung!
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THE piping of our slender, peaceful reeds
Whispers uncared for while the trumpets bray;
Song is thin air; our hearts' exulting play
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WHATEVER I do, and whatever I say,
Aunt Tabitha tells me that is n't the way;
When she was a girl (forty summers ago)
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This ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times,
Of joyous days and jolly nights, and merry Christmas times;
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