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Title: Sixth reader for the use of schools
Year: 1868 (1860s)
Authors: Newell, McFadden Alexander
Subjects: Readers
Publisher: Kelly, Piet
Contributing Library: Towson University, Special Collections at the Albert S. Cook Library
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e of brothers,—if we desire that these, and suchas these—the elements, to an incredible extent, of the literature ofthe old world—should be the elements of our literature, then, butthen only, let us hurl from its pedestal the majestic statue of ourUnion, and scatter its fragments over all our land. 3 ))Ut, if v,e covet for our-country the noblest, purest, loveliestliterature the world has ever seen, such a literature as shall honorGod and biiss maiikiml, a literature whose smiles might play upjD THE SANDS O DEE. 257 an angels face, whose * tears would not stain an angeFs cheek,then let us cling to the union of these States with a patriots love,with a scholars enthusiasm, with a Christians hope. In her heav-enly character, as a holocaust self-sacriQced to God ; at the height ofher glory, as the ornament of a free, educated, peaceful, Christianpeople, American literature will find that the intellectual spirit isher rery tree of life, and that union her garden of paradise. Gri^ike.
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C—THE SANDS 0 DEE. * 0 Mary, go and call the cattle home,And call the cattle home,And call the cattle home,Across the sands o Dee !*The western wind was wild and dank with foam,All alone went she. 258 the: sixth reader. The creeping tide came up along the sand. And oer and oer the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see;The blinding mist came down and hid the land. And never home came she. Oh! is it weed, or fish, or Coating hair ? A tress of golden hair, Of drowned maidens hair Above the nets at sea:Was never salmon got that shone so fair Among the stakes at Dec! They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel, crawling foam. The cruel, hungry foam. To her grave beside the sea:But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands o Dee. Aixasi.Ey. CI.-THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE. 1 It has sometimes been said, as if it were a derogation from themerits of the American Declaration of Independence, that this p:ipercontains nothing new ; that

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