New England.
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 "Land of the forest and the rock

 Ofdark-bme lake and mighty river Of mountains rear'd aloft to mock The s,orms's eareer. the lightning's shock My own grceE land forever! Land of the beautiful and brave The freemans home--the martyrs grave The nursery of giant men, Whose deeds have linkd with every glen, Aud every hill. and every stream, The romance of some warrior dream. O. never may son of thine, Where'er bis wandering steps incline, Forget the sky winch bent above Ills childhood like dream of love, The stream beneath the green hill flowing, The broad -armd trees above 1t growing, The clear breeze through the foliage blowing Or hear, unmoyed, the taunt of scorn Breatbed OCT the brave New England born; or mark the strangers jaguar-hand

 Disturb the ashes of thy dead, The buried glory of land

 Whose soil with noble blood is red, And sanctihed in every pan,-

 Nor feel resentment, like brand, Unsheathing from his fiery heart! O. greener hills may catch the sun 2 ., Beneath tue glorious heaven of France; And streams ,ej ting as they run

 Like lite beneath the day beams glance, May wander where the oranEe-Dough With golden fruit is bending low; And there may bend brighter sky Der green and classic Italy And billiard fane and ancieat grave

 Bear record oi another time, And over shaft and arehitrave

 The green, luxuriant ivy climb; And far toward the rising sun

 The palm may shake its leaves on high, Where flowers are opening, one by one, Like stars upon the twilight sky; And bseezes soft as sighs of love

 Above the broad banana stray, Aud though the Brahmin's sacred grove A thousand bright-hued pinions play! Yet unto thee, New England. still

 Thy wandering sons shall stretch their arms, And thy rude chart of rock and hill

 Seem dearer than the land oI palms; Thy massy oak and mountsin- pine

 More welcome than the banyan's shade; And every free, blue stream oi thine

 Seem richer than the golden bed Of oFiea.al waves, which glow And sparkle with the wealth beIow!'