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! new flowers in these vales are seen, With a dazzling eye, and a fadeless green, They scent the breath of the dewy morn, They feed no worm, and they hide no thorn, But revel and glow in our balmy air; They are flowers that freedom hath planted there.

This bud of welcome to thee we give; Bid its glowing blush in thy bosom live; It shall charm thee from all a stranger's pain, Reserve, suspicion, and dark disdain; A race in its freshness and bloom are we, Bring no cares from a worn out world with thee.