Samuel Woodworth Poems

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view!
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O SAY, my flattering heart,
Loves she like me?
Is her’s thy counterpart,
Throbs it like thee?
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America's glory, which dazzled the world
When the toils of our sires had achieved independence,
Was brightened when Jackson her banners unfurled
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It is sweet, love, to stray,
When the noon-tide is over,
Through the windrows of hay,
And the white-blossomed clover;
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