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THE MASSACHUSETTS LINE. |
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In peace her sails fleck all the seas,
Her mills shake every river ; And where are scenes so fair as these
God and her true hands give her ? Her claim in war who seek to rob ?
All others come in later — Hers first it is to front the Mob,
The Tyrant and the Traitor.
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God bless, God bless the glorious State !
Let her have way to battle ! She '11 go where batteries crash with fate,
Or where thick rifles rattle. Give her the Right, and let her try,
And then, who can, may press her ; She '11 go straight on, or she will die;
God bless her! and God bless her! Duanesburgh, May 7, 1861. |
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