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poem of the day

Come, Come Away
by Parley P. Pratt (1807-1857)
because today is Pioneer Day

O come, come away,
From northern blasts retiring,
These wintry times to milder climes,
O come, come away;

Where Gentile foot has never been,
The clear, blue sky is ever seen,
And spring is ever green,
O come, come away.

O come, come away,
Where hope is still inspiring,
Where flow

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