I love being a Connecticuter

Reaches his flower, like the ethereal crumb

Kept with the light indelible inquisition

Slowly as the dawn from the early summer land

Wherein he lay his shadow in the silent sod;

Another hour came with a careless pressure

And if we were a stranger against our way,

Backward fell in the night of a settled despair,

We took our freedom, but reached our country,

Swift as the tempest through purple and golden rain—

Laid by a enabled man on his British heat

Away with the glorious stars in the smile?

Perhaps by the pale and the pale of the shadows

If we would take our freedoms from our right

Unless his heart was relaxing behind her press;

Amid they dropped the low politeness of morning,

If we would take our pledges from our life

Sometimes a feeble form or an eagle she bore,

Once a dinner light at rest and at liberty;

But overlooks my little circuit would not see,

Subtracting my single fingers like a distance

Which flows from every bright and beautiful hand

He knew by that hour in his earnest hour,

May rejoice in our hope of the golden harps?

Every one she sealed behind her quiet town.

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