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Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1936, by
DAVID BUGBEE & CO., In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Niine.
BY WILLIAM BELCHER GLAZIER.
HARP of the dark Pine forest-land !
Harp, that the Poets' birth-place owns ! How bold becomes the timorous hand,
When once it wakes thy tones.
Here, where the broadest rivers sweep,
Here, where the dimmest woods are found, Our fondest memories start from sleep,
Aroused by thy dear sound.
Come, let me strike thy chords once more,
And, while my fingers o'er them roam, Return the strain beloved of yore,
And murmur, Harp, of Home.
Yes, this is Home! its tasseled pines,
Its rugged hills, its short-lived flowers, Its fields where Winter late reclines,
Are cheerless, but are ours.
Hearts have beat, warmly here as where
The Summer lingers late and long, And here have brows found strength to bear
The laurel wreath of Song.
The strains that fill with Hope the heart,
The lays that cheer us in the strife, The songs that make young Love a part,
The dearest part of Life;
The fancies that the Poets find
In buds, in streams, in forests sere, In spells that master every mind,
Have all been uttered here.
And thou who readest, if a strain
Brings joy or makes one care to flee, Let it, too, bear the low refrain,
• This song was sung for thee.'