Choose in reason,

Whereby all that good is ours,

And by knowing rightful season

Pass forever—happy hours.

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ITALY (To Caruso)

The earth is earth—that is its worth,

To men who walk below.

But to the soul that seeks its goal,

Each land is all they know.

One calls it Home, another Heart, another Property,

But to the one who loves the sun

He calls it Italy.

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ERIN

The green sod is red now—

Rebellion

The green sod is white now—

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