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SONG OF THE AMERICAN EAGLE.
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SONG OF THE AMERICAN EAGLE.
i tse BY LADY OF VERMONT.


/ BUILD my nest on the mountains crest,
} Where the wild winds rock my eaglets to rest; >
Where the lightnings fash and the thunders crasl
And the roaring torrents foam and dash sd
For my spirit free henceforth shall be
i A type for the sons of Liberty.


Aloft Hy from my eyrie high, ,s{. rs
Through the vaulted dome Of the azure sky;
I On sunbeam bright take my airy fight,
And float in food of liquid light: ais


For love to play in the noontide ray,
! And bask in a blaze from the throne Of Day.
Away spring, with tireless wing, s 9
On the feathcry cloud poise and swing; +.
dart down the steep where the lghtnings leap,
+, And the clear blue canopy slowly sweep:


For dear to me is the revelry s5a3 il
OF free and fearless Liberty.


love the land where the mountains stand
Like the watch-towers high of patriot band
For may not bide, in my glory and pride,
Though the land be never SO fair and wide,


Where Luxury reigns DER voluptuous plains,


And fetters the free-born soul in chains.
Then give to me in my fight to see tsis.'
The Land Of the Pilgrims ever free;


And ne'er will rove from the haunts 1 love,
But watch, from my sentinel track above,
.a Your banner free over land and sea,
And exult in your glorious destiny.
Oh, guard ye well the land where dwell,
Lest to future times the tale i tell, &pl
When slow expires in smouldering fires
u The goodly heritage of your sires,
+. How Freedoms light rose clear and bright


From fair Columbia's beacon-light,


Till ye quenched the flame in q starless night.
Then will tear from your pennon fair lts
The stars ye set in triumph there! yg ajcas
My olve-branch on the blast III launch, Il a,
2 The Auttering stripes from the flagstaff wrench


And away I'll fee, for I scorn to see sf


A craven race in the Land of the Free. tx
BRANDON, VI, January, 1874 asaif ID.