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Where the golden dome on the highest hill Refulgent gleams when the sunbeams shine, Where the river Charles with its wonder-thrill, Inspires the vibrant heart of mine, Where the deep blue sea spreads forth its arms, And holds in fond embrace the shore. Where a hundred islets prove their charms And Gem-like lie at the city's door, Where the white-winged fleets of commerce bring Their untold wealth from the world's great marts. Where the ocean-queens at their moorings swing And release a throng of expectant hearts. Where the cultured soul meets the cultured soul, Where the heaven-born arts like pearls are prized, Where wisdom shows its aureole, Where liberty is canonized, Where the stranger breaths the air of home, And feels the clasp of a sincere hand, Where the gold of its heart like the sheen of its dome Shines forth with a welcome that all understand. |
