Such is the patriot's boast, where er we roam,
His first, best country ever is at home.
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By sports like these are all his cares beguiled,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
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But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
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So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar.
But bind him to his native mountains more.
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Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze;
And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore,
Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore.