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ACA NADA   vii

Stately rivers, onward rolling Ever to the restless sea,

On thine azure bosoms heaving, White-winged barques ride peacefully,

Laden low with trophies golden Of sweet Ceres' husbandry.


Where of yore, by tideless waters,

Pines their solemn shadows threw,

Curls the graceful smoke from homesteads, Men their thrifty lives pursue.

Where in bygone years the forest Shuddered to the tempest's roar,

Spreads now many a stately city,

Solitude returns no more!

Happy country, happy people,

Peace prevails from shore to shore !

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