See the lined and masked faces floating by,

Could we know what emotions stirred their souls,

Unconquerable passions therein lie,

Smitten by swords of flame by unkind deeds,

Or may be fate’s unerring obloquy.

We might wonder at the myst’ry of all,

The august grandeur or heart rending woe,

Could we but gaze down deep into the hearts

Of the multitude passing to and fro,

Passing along like a dream or vision

From whence do they come? Oh where do they go?

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FAIR COLUMBIA OR PICTURESQUE AMERICA.

Fair Columbia, freedom’s land,

Rising ’mid oceans vast and grand,

Signal tower of flashing light,

Beckoning all in freedom’s might,

O’er mountain peaks and woodland dells,

Where Nature in all beauty dwells.

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