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Poem April 21, 1838

The Native American

Washington, District Of Columbia

What is this article about?

A sentimental poem expressing deep affection and nostalgia for the poet's native home, contrasting it with lands of slavery and beauty, and recalling childhood memories of groves and flowers. Signed J. W. L. from Georgetown, D. C.

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From the Potomac Advocate.

MY NATIVE HOME.

There is a land more dear to me
Than all the earth beside:
'Tis not the land of slavery,
Where monarchs proud preside.
'Tis not the land where beauty dwells,
Where lovers often roam;
Ah! no—a secret impulse tells—
It is my native home.

My native home—my native home,
How dear thou art to me;
Where'er in this wide world I roam,
I ever think of thee.

I've often thought of that green grove,
And those delightful bowers,
Where oft in childhood I have rov'd,
And pluck'd the blooming flowers.

Ah! yes, though far from kindred dear,
A stranger here I roam,
I love to drop the silent tear,
And think of home, sweet home.

Georgetown, D. C.
J. W. L.

What sub-type of article is it?

Song

What themes does it cover?

Patriotism Nature Seasons

What keywords are associated?

Native Home Nostalgia Childhood Memories Green Grove Blooming Flowers

What entities or persons were involved?

J. W. L.

Poem Details

Title

My Native Home

Author

J. W. L.

Subject

Nostalgia For Native Home

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains With Refrain

Key Lines

My Native Home—My Native Home, How Dear Thou Art To Me; Where'er In This Wide World I Roam, I Ever Think Of Thee.

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