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THE CONGRESS OF WOMEN.

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White cities sit smiling beside the Columbia,

Where, though land-walled, the breeze of the sea she inhales, ♦

While wind-worn Umatilla and gale-torn Wallula *'■

Keep sentinel watch o’er her broad eastern vales. ^

Then ho! for the bracing and breezy Pacific, C

Whose waves lave the Occident ever and aye!

I care naught for the grandeur of Asia and Europe,

P'or my far Western home greets me gladly to-day n

Yes, ho! for the west, for the blest land of promise,

Where mountains, all green, bathe their brows in the sky;

While down the tall snow-peaks wild torrents come dashing,

And eagles scream out from their eyries on high.

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