.... 3 Would soften into loveliness, and be Dearest of earth, for there my soul is free. NEW-ENGLAND. HAIL to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast;...glory's brightest bed, A fearless host: No slave is here—our unchain'd feet Walk freely, as the waves that beat Our coast. Our fathers cross'd the ocean's...

...Wounds but to heal thea with raptures above. WILLIAM RAY. NEW-ENGLAND. [Connecticut Herald. New-Haven.] HAIL to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast...sepulchre of mighty dead, The truest hearts that ever bledj Who sleep on Glory's brightest bed, A fearless host : No slave is here — our unchain'd feet...

...placed ? — 7. What became of the women and children ia forts Kingston and Wilkesbarre ? NEW-ENGLAND. HAIL to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast...brightest bed, A fearless host ; No slave is here — our unchain'd feet Walk freely, as the waves that beat Our coast. Our fathers cross'd the ocean's wave...

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...slave is here — our unchain'd feet Walk freely, as the waves that beat Our coast. Our fathers cross'd the ocean's wave To seek this shore ; They left behind...To welter in his living grave ; With hearts unbent, high, steady, brave, They sternly bore What became of the women and children in forte Kingston and...

...America is xoftqn designated as the " land of Liberty." "'tWith one of our own poets we may say, "4 " Hail to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast...Who sleep on Glory's brightest bed, A fearless host : - Our unchained feet Walk freely as the waves that beat Our coast. Our fathers crossed the ocean's...

...large. America is often designated as the " land of Liberty." With one of our own poets we may say, " Hail to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast...Who sleep on Glory's brightest bed, A fearless host : - Our unchained feet Walk freely as the waves that beat Our coast. Our fathers crossed the ocean's...

...whereon we tread, Our fondest boast ; The sepulchcr of mighty dead, The truest hearts that ever blod, Who sleep on glory's brightest bed, A fearless host...beat Our coast. Our fathers crossed the ocean's wave They sternly bore Such toils as meaner souls had quelled ; But souls like these, such toils impelled...

...whom the whole creation smiles, Crown the great hymn." LESSON CXLVIII. New-England.—JG PERCIVAL. HAIL to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast; The sepulchre of mighty dead, The truest hearts thai ever bled, Who sleep on Glory's brightest bed, A fearless host: No slave is here—our unchained...

...hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd their bark Ofl the wild New England shore. Weto Hail to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast...feet Walk freely as the waves that beat Our coast. There is no other land like thee, No dearer shore ; Thou art the shelter of the free ; The home, the...