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ELL me, on what holy ground May be found? Halcyon Daughter of the skies, Far on fearful wings she flies, From the pomp of scepter'd State, From the Rebel's noisy hate.

In a cottaged vale She dwells List'ning to the Sabbath bells! Still around her steps are seen Spotless meeker mien, , the fire of pleasing fears, smiling through her tears, And conscious of the past employ , bosom-spring of Joy.