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...men ; These are the lines that heaven-commanded Toil Shows on his deed, — the charter of the soil ! O gracious Mother, whose benignant breast Wakes us...features, kind to every clime, Mock with their smile the wrijikled front of lime ! We stain thy flowers, — they blossom o'er the dead ; We rend thy bosom,...