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     Here her virgin lap with treasures
Shall the green earth fill;
     Waving wheat and golden maize-ears
Crown each beechen hill.

Keep who will the city's alleys,
     Take the smooth-shorn plain;
Give to us the cedarn valleys,
     Rocks and hills of Maine!
In our North-land, wild and woody,
     Let us still have part:
Rugged nurse and mother sturdy,
     Hold us to thy heart!

Oh, our free hearts beat the warmer
     For thy breath of snow;
And our tread is all the firmer
     For thy rocks below.
Freedom, hand in hand with labor,
     Walketh strong and brave;
On the forehead of his neighbor
     No man writeth Slave!

Lo, the day breaks! old Katahdin's
     Pine-trees show its fires,
While from these dim forest gardens
     Rise their blackened spires.
Up, my comrades! up and doing!
     Manhood's rugged play
Still renewing, bravely hewing
     Through the world our way!


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