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I sing New England, as she lights her fire
Quote byWilliam Ellery Channing · 1818–1901
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "New England", Poems of Sixty-Five Years (1902) p. 66.
English (original)
I sing New England, as she lights her fire In every Prairie's midst; and where the bright Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night, She still is there, the guardian on the tower, To open for the world a purer hour.
— William Ellery Channing
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