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Rh Remain: the law of destiny, The best for each and all must be,
 * And life its promise shall fulfil.

the men and things which will Haunt an old man’s memory still, Drollest, quaintest of them all, With a boy’s laugh I recall
 * Good old Abram Morrison.

When the Grist and Rolling Mill Ground and rumbled by Po Hill, And the old red school-house stood Midway in the Powow’s flood,
 * Here dwelt Abram Morrison.

From the Beach to far beyond Bear-Hill, Lion’s Mouth and Pond, Marvellous to our tough old stock, Chips o’ the Anglo-Saxon block,
 * Seemed the Celtic Morrison.

Mudknock, Balmawhistle, all Only knew the Yankee drawl, Never brogue was heard till when,