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TEOD 18
COPYRIGHT 1909
LIVIA IONE YOUNG
NORWICH CONN
747
Old Norwich Town
By Livia Ione Young
he Rose of New England!
Here many waters meet;
Brom further hills and far-off
tangled woodland leas,
he rivers onward glide to mingle at thy feet-
With gathered force to pour
Their tribute to the seas.
She
he Rose of New England!
Chy winding streets and hills;
Chy towers and turrets rise
like feudal castles old;
Chy giant trees whose interlacing branches fills
In autumn time the fields,
With clouds of burnished gold.
he Rose of New England!
The I love to think of thee;
Thy cherished memories can soothe when sorrows frown,
Bring back the long loved days, with childish fancies free,
And now a fond farewell
Go thee, Old Norwich Town.
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Published by M. T. Sheahan, Boston
Old Norwich Town
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