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Teach them your children round the hearth, When evening-fires burn clear, And in the fields of harvest mirth, And on the hills of deer! So shall each unforgotten word, When far those lov'd ones roam, Call back the hearts which once it stirr'd,   To childhood's holy home.

The green woods of their native land Shall whisper in the strain, The voices of their household band Shall sweetly speak again; The heathery heights in vision rise Where, like the stag, they rov'd— Sing to your sons those melodies, The songs your fathers lov'd!