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Till upon the inland sea, Stands the great commercial tree, Turning all the world to thee, Illinois, Illinois, Turning all the world to thee, Illinois. When you heard your country calling, Illinois, Illinois, Where the shot and shell were falling, Illinois, Illinois, When the "Southern Host" withdrew. Pitting Gray against the Blue, There were none more brave than you, Illinois, Illinois, There were none more brave than you, Illinois. Not without thy wondrous story, Illinois, Illinois, Can be writ the nation's glory, Illinois, Illinois, On the record of thy years, Abr'am Lincoln's name appears, Grant and Logan, and our tears, Illinois, Illinois, Grant and Logan, and our tears, Illinois.

The Old Oaken Bucket. (Pat's Pick, page 109.) 1 Sharp. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my child hood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood, And ev'ry loved spot which my Infancy knew,