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Around her knees domestic duties meet,

And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet.

" Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found \"

Art thou a man ? — a patriot ? — look around ;

O, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam.

That land thy country, and that spot thy home !

On Greenland's rocks, o'er grim Kamschatka's plains. In pale Siberia's desolate domains ; When the wild hunter takes his lonely way, Tracks through tempestuous snows his savage prey, The rein-deer's spoil, the ermine's treasure shares, And feasts his famine on the fat of bears j Or, wrestUng with the might of raging seas. Where round the pole the eternal billows freeze, Plucks from their jaws the stricken whale, in vain Plunging down head-long through the whirling main ; —His wastes of ice are lovelier in his eye Than ail the flowery vales beneath the sky,

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