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About This Poem
My Country
Wild woods and mountain fair
Be my fate and fortune there
Finding rest at resting place
Where cold waters cool my face
Up the cliffs that fog will crawl
Washed away in water's fall
Like myself beside the stream
Where water glistens sun's gold gleam
I'll sleep beside the oak and birch
And wait for morning's light to search
The places here I've never been
To hide them from the hands of men
For in these mountains I will find
All the thoughts I left behind
In the cave of deeping sorrow
Where I'll not be when come tomorrow
I know this place, it is my home
Under shade of trees' green dome
A place of beauty beyond compare
Are wild woods and mountain fair
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