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Peace, with its large and lilied calms,

Like moonlight sleeps on land and lake,

With healing in its dewy balms,

For pride that pines and hearts that ache,

From Huron to the land of palms!

From rock-bound Massachusetts Bay

To San Francisco's Golden Gate;

From where Itasca's waters play,

To those which plunge or palpitate

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