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 Their Mother they forget not; but from far, Where, ocean-like, the boundless Prairie spreads, Where rock-ribbed mountains lift their frowning forms, And sunset regions kiss the western wave, Their hearts with many a yearning backward turn, True to her still; and all her scenes recalled Look fairer seen in memory's mellow light. A Holy Land she seems, where God abides; Nor seems alone. Holy well named a land Where lives a faith divine; where graceful rise Religion's hallowed domes, and close at hand The school-house, fit ally, within whose walls Kind culture early moulds the plastic mind To virtue and to truth; where stand embowered The mantled cottage and the tasteful Home. Dear tranquil scenes! Home, o'er the world a name That like a talisman calls to the soul All images of bliss, hath here a spell Of mightiest working. Other lands may boast More friendly soils; and blander airs may breathe