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THE noble Sire, fallen on evil days, | |
I saw, with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing, | |
(Memories of old in abeyancelove and faith in abeyance,) | |
The insane knife toward the Mother of All. | |
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The noble Son, on sinewy feet advancing, | 5 |
I sawout of the land of prairiesland of Ohios waters, and of Indiana, | |
To the rescue, the stalwart giant, hurry his plenteous offspring, | |
Drest in blue, bearing their trusty rifles on their shoulders. | |
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Then the Mother of All, with calm voice speaking, | |
As to you, Virginia, (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against meand why seek my life? | 10 |
When you yourself forever provide to defend me? | |
For you provided me Washingtonand now these also. | |