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 By henry d: tyler: 
 
 LIMINGTON, MAINE 
 
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 We celebrate great Freedom's cause 
 How Ricrht fought Might so brave, 
 
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 How Lincoln bound us to God's laws 
 
 When he unlinked the slave. 
 Our starry Flag of rainbow hue 
 
 Now floats o'er all the land, 
 No civil strife but brothers true, 
 Peace gloves war's iron hand. 
 
 No civil strife but brothers true, 
 Peace gloves war's iron hand. 
 
 But hark! old rusty *Byington 
 
 Bids welcome loud and clear, 
 The grand old hills of Limington 
 
 Send echoes far and near. 
 The old church bell rings merrily, 
 
 The school bells swell the chime, 
 Friends meet and greet right heartily, 
 
 As in the olden time. 
 
 Friends meet and greet right heartily, 
 As .in the olden time. 
 
 The HI ies by the meadow brooks 
 
 Say to the grasses green, 
 " How happy now the village looks 
 
 'Tis like a fairy scene." 
 Yon pines are sighing to the oaks, 
 
 " Whence comes this din of noise ? 
 The robin in the orchard chirps 
 " Heigh-ho those girls and boys. 
 
 The same glad girls and boys I trow- 
 Here fort)' years ago." 
 
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 Yes all of us are back in town, 
 
 Just for a day or so, 
 Fond Mothers say " our babes have grown 
 
 Since forty years ago; " 
 Let's banish Age with magic wand, 
 
 Youth's halcyon days renew : 
 Let's merry make and grasp the hand 
 Of forty years ago. 
 
 Let's merry make and grasp the hand 
 Of forty years ago. 
 
 Some cradled by our Mother Earth 
 
 Beneath the village hill, 
 Share not this day our feast of mirth 
 
 Nor quaff the cup we fill ; 
 Fond memory gem the tears we weep 
 
 Like diamonds make them glow, 
 Awake O Death (thou twin of Sleep) 
 
 Our friends of long ago. 
 
 Awake O Death (thou twin of Sleep) 
 Our friends of long ago. 
 
 The feast is o'er, the winged day 
 
 Flies swiftly into night, 
 The morn will find us far away ; 
 
 The village lost to sight : 
 Yet still with thee our hearts remain, 
 
 Hearts tender, loving, true, 
 While angels whisper "ne'er again 
 
 As forty years ago." 
 
 While angels whisper "ne'er again 
 As forty years ago." 
 
 Henry D. Tyler 
 
 Ltminoton, Maine, July 4tit, 188:1 
 
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