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 My dear, my native soil!
 For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
  Long may thy read more 
 My dear, my native soil!
 For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
  Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
   Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! 
 Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
 What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!  
 Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
 What Heaven hath done for this delicious land! 
 Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.
 [Fr., La patrie est aux lieux ou l'ame read more 
 Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.
 [Fr., La patrie est aux lieux ou l'ame est enchainee.] 
 To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own 
country.
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 To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own 
country.
   - Thomas W. Higginson, 
 They love their land, because it is their own,
 And scorn to give aught other reason why;
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 They love their land, because it is their own,
 And scorn to give aught other reason why;
  Would shake hands with a king upon his throne,
   And think it kindness to his majesty. 
 The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to 
the hour of his death never read more 
 The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to 
the hour of his death never lose sight of it.
 [Fr., Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et 
jusqu'a la mort ne voir qu'elle.] 
 Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
 Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
  Our read more 
 Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
 Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
  Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
   Are all with thee,--are all with thee! 
 Land of my sires! what mortal hand
 Can e'er untie the filial band
  That knits me to read more 
 Land of my sires! what mortal hand
 Can e'er untie the filial band
  That knits me to thy rugged strand! 
 Yon Sun that sets upon the sea
 We follow in his flight;
  Farewell awhile to him and read more 
 Yon Sun that sets upon the sea
 We follow in his flight;
  Farewell awhile to him and thee,
   My native land--Good Night!