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You, too, who have babes around you, 



Coming up to take your place, 

 Give them something to remember, 



Homestead memories let them trace. 

 Would you feel the pride of manhood, 



Let the sun your dwelling greet; 

 Breathe the blessed air of freedom, 



Own the soil beneath your feet. 



You, too, who perhaps have squandered 



Life's fair morn, 'tis not too late; 

 Start at once to woo bright fortune, 



Hail no more at so called fate. 

 Sow the golden seeds of saving 



In the rich and quickening loam ; 

 Spend your last days not with strangers, 



Enter Heaven's gate from home. 



