"They haunt your breezy hillsides,
green vales and thundering floods,
They linger by your gliding streams and
mid your moss-draped woods,
They sit beside your green old graves in
shadow and in sheen,
And move among your household gods
though voiceless and unseen.
Then ye who make your happy homes where
once their homes have been,
Deem also this your heritage, to keep
their memories green,
To shield within your heart of hearts,
the glorious trust ye hold,
And bear unstained the names they bore,
those brave, proud men of old."
--Cornelia
Huntington (1803-1890)
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