Song: These Prairies Glow With Flowers

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Title:     Song: These Prairies Glow With Flowers
Author: William Cullen Bryant [More Titles by Bryant]

These prairies glow with flowers,
These groves are tall and fair,
The sweet lay of the mocking-bird
Rings in the morning air;
And yet I pine to see
My native hill once more,
And hear the sparrow's friendly chirp
Beside its cottage-door.

And he, for whom I left
My native hill and brook,
Alas, I sometimes think I trace
A coldness in his look!
If I have lost his love,
I know my heart will break;
And haply, they I left for him
Will sorrow for my sake.

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William Cullen Bryant's poem: Song: These Prairies Glow With Flowers

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