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TO THE WOOD-ROBIN. 



Turdus Melodus. — (Wilson.) 



Yes, Bird of melodious note ! unto thee 

 Shall ever be sacred the home of the free ! 

 There may Liberty flourish — extend her broad shade, 

 And Knowledge delight in the home she hath made. 

 And oh ! might a wish for the welfare of men 

 Be heard, and prevail over mountain and glen, 

 Where the fierce tropic sun rolls his chariot along, 

 And Slavery still dwells western regions among; 

 Then, should gentle Benevolence, warm from the 



heart, 

 Flow in streams of Persuasion — pure lessons im- 

 part — 

 Then, should Truth and should Justice together be 



found ; — 

 And knowledge diffuse far her radiance around ; — 

 The Slave become free, and his Master his 



Friend ; 

 And thus Happiness widely her blessings extend. 

 Yes, Bird of melodious note ! unto thee, 

 Unto man, too, be sacred the Home of the Free !* 



* See this subject farther pursued in the piece towards the 

 conclusion of this work, entitled the Hill of Freedom. 



