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little parties, lingering to the song Of the Star
Spangled Banner, and wandering upon the hills,
while in the distance note could be heard. Blest
shades of the Patriots of other days happy
groves and pure springs, where Washington used
to rest! ye have again been made sacred by the
song of Freedom! Honor to thy name and me-
mory to thy owner.