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 EARTH TO HER CHILDREN. "The traveller Outworn with Lies pilgrimaue Lays down lis rude staff like one ,b,, i, ve.,v And sweetly reposes forever.' Conc to my arms my children, ye who strive In lite's arena, for its glitt'ring dust. Though ye should win the prize, it cannot give The peace ye seek, then place not there your trust

 Come to my arms. Come to my arms, ye who Fame s behest Destroy your brethren on the tented field Come ye to me, and ye shall find that rest Ambitions triumphs never yet might yieId

 Come to my arms Come, ye who toil for pleasure, who have spent, Time, health, and fortune in the vain career; Have ys not found each joy with pain is blen.2 Would ye have resplt, seek it boldly here,

 Within my arms. Maiden, with sunny locks and brow serene, Llte's pleasant paths are all around thee still And hopes bright pencil coloreth each scene, But when disease shall come as come it will, Seek thoa my arms. l have place for all-the potent king With cares of empires written on his brow, Has laid aside his crown and robe, to bring His trophies aere-ah! calmly sleeps he now,

 Within my arms. The beggar too, has cast his tatters down, And refuge found with me, man's common mother, The world on him hath ceas'd at last to frown, He sleeps as sweetly as the king. his brother,

 Within my arms. Come then to me, world worn and weary, come; Earth's cares surround you and her sorrows press, But these shall cease when ye have found the home lproffer, here ye may forget distress:

 Come to my arms. Here ye may sleep, in slumber's arms profound, Heealess of all earth's pleasures and its woes Nor cannons roar, nor thunder's booming sound, Shall ever wake you from his calm repose,

 Within my arms c.