Poem by Louisa May Alcott

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"Welcome, mighty chief, once more
Welcome to this grateful shore;
Now no mercenary foe
Aims again the fatal blow,--
Aims at thee the fatal blow.

"Virgins fair and matrons grave,
Those thy conquering arm did save,
Build for thee triumphal bowers;
Strew, ye fair, his way with flowers,--
Strew your hero's way with flowers."

1. Listening to Celestial Lays
2. Beds to the Front of Them
3. Here Is the Bracelet
4. Summer Days Are Over
5. From Our Happy Home

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