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Sweet daughter of the Hesperian cline

 How many heart by thee Has hrst hsen-taught the gushing netes

 That mel! in melody Thy gentle hand. with soffest touch

 Has walked the sisnberiag iyre, And brought the sweet accord of song To lead ts1r swelling choir There's msny heart. whose swelling Gerth For thy loved muse are poured. UHtAthomed, but ioF those deep tones

 Thy magic art has stored When Poesy and Song would bring

 Some cherished gilt for Fame, They chose ffofn out their iegaeIes.

 The volume oI THY NAME. An offering it was 10 lay

 Upon purer shrine Yet there. the holy thought it wakes

 Shall echo songs divine. Sweet name, that rirh with cadence steals Around each gentle heart. Thy accents lingering. closer cling,

 Iaoa art of eaeA part. Memphis, Dec, lSI6