Welcome, Mighty Chief, Once More

"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."

Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel 'Little Women' and its sequels 'Little Men' and 'Jo's Boys.' Born in Germantown, Pennsylvania, she grew up in Massachusetts. She was an abolitionist and a feminist and was active in both the Transcendentalist and suffragist movements. Alcott began writing to support her family and went on to publish numerous works that have had a lasting impact on American literature.

Louisa May Alcott

And If Your Nancy Frowns, My Lad

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Little Drops Of Water

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Hither, Hither

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Sweet, Sweet Days Are Passing

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Bright on the banners of lily and rose
Lo! the last sun of our century sets!
Wreathe the black cannon that scowled on our foes,
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All but her friends and their welcome forgets!
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And golden-fruited orange bowers
To this sweet, green-turfed June of ours!
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With strength beyond the strength of men,
And, mightier than their swords, her pen!
To her who world-wide entrance gave
To the log-cabin of the slave;
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And all earth's languages his own,
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    Madam,
    When, for our sakes, your hero you resign'd
    To swelling seas, and every faithless wind;
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    A valour fatal to the enemy;
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