Charles Burleigh Galbreath Poems

Ohio, bounteous state,
Home of the fair and great,
We hail thy name!
Star of the Middle West,
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Fair dreamer with the brand of fire,
A little respite grant, I pray,
Before you toss me on the pyre
To burn my wasted form away;
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Our words and actions never fail
A sure return as joys or ills;
This world is all an echo vale
Between the mute eternal hills.
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From the shadows of night they called for the dawn
In notes that were subtle and clear,
In a strain of music too exquisite
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