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WELCOME
Of deeds that vanquished tyranny
And set a tortured people free:
Deeds, sprung of manhood's finest grace,
That envious Time will not efface;
Deeds that proclaim a Nation's worth,
And crown the Land that gave them birth.
America but waits to greet
And bless you, kneeling at her feet,
Your standards fair, in honor furled,
The proudest mother in the world!
Come home! The Land that sent you forth
From East and West, from South and North,
Looks wistfully beyond her gates,
Extends her arms and waits!
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