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Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly,
The sign of hope and triumph high !
When speaks the signal-trumpet tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on,
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimm'd the glistening bayonet,
Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn
To where the sky-born glories burn,
And, as his springing steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance.

And when the cannon-mouthings loud
Heave in wild wreaths the battle shroud,
And gory sabres rise and fall

Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall,
Then shall thy meteor glances glow,

And cowering foes shall shrink beneath
Each gallant arm that strikes below
That lovely messenger of death.

Flag of the seas! on ocean wave
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave;
When death, careering on the gale,
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail,
And frighted waves rush wildly back
Before the broadside's reeling rack,
Each dying wanderer of the sea
Shall look at once to heaven and thee,
And smile to see thy splendors fly
In triumph o'er his closing eye.

Flag of the free heart's hope and home,
By angel hands to valor given !

Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,

And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Forever float that standard sheet!

Where breathes the foe but falls before us,

With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,

And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?

JOSEPH RODMan Drake.

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

O, SAY, can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming;

And the rocket's red glare the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;

O, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On that shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses ?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream.

'T is the star-spangled banner! O, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of death and the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

O, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved homes and the war's desolation; Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land Praise the power that has made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just,

And this be our motto, " In God is our trust.

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And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

FRANCIS SCOTT KEY.

GOD SAVE THE KING

[ENGLISH NATIONAL ANTHEM]

GOD save our gracious king,
Long live our noble king,
God save the king.
Send him victorious,

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign over us,
God save the king.

O Lord our God, arise,
Scatter his enemies,
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,

Frustrate their knavish tricks;

On him our hopes we fix,

God save us all.

The choicest gifts in store
On him be pleased to pour,
Long may he reign.
May he defend our laws,
And ever give us cause

To sing with heart and voice,

God save the king.

HENRY CAREY.

FRENCH NATIONAL HYMN

YE sons of Freedom, wake to glory:
Hark, hark, what myriads bid you rise;
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary-
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding,
With hireling hosts, a ruffian band,
Affright and desolate the land,
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
The avenging sword unsheath!
March on! March on !

All hearts resolved on victory or death!
Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling,
Which treacherous kings confederate raise;
The dogs of war, let loose, are howling,
And lo! our walls and cities blaze!
And shall we basely view the ruin,

While lawless force, with guilty stride,
Spreads desolation far and wide,

With crimes and blood his hands embruing?
To arms, to arms, ye brave!

Th' avenging sword unsheath !

March on! March on !

All hearts resolved on victory or death!
With luxury and pride surrounded,
The vile insatiate despots dare,
Their thirst of gold and power unbounded,
To mete and vend the light and air!
Like beasts of burden they would lead us,
Like gods, would bid their slaves adore;
But man is man, and who is more ?
Then shall they longer lash and goad us ?
To arms, to arms, ye brave!

Th' avenging sword unsheath!

March on! March on !

All hearts resolved on victory or death!

O Liberty! can man resign thee,

Once having felt thy generous flame?
Can dungeons' bolts and bars confine thee,
Or whips thy noble spirit tame ?
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield:
But Freedom is our sword and shield,
And all their arts are unavailing!
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th' avenging sword unsheath!
March on! March on !

All hearts resolved on victory or death!

(From the French of Rouget de Lisle.)

PRUSSIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM

I AM a Prussian! see my colors gleaming

The black-white standard floats before me free;
For Freedom's rights, my father's heart-blood streaming,
Such, mark ye, mean the black and white to me!
Shall I then prove a coward? I'll e'er be to the toward!
Though day be dull, though sun shine bright on me,
I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be!

Before the throne with love and faith I'm bending,
Whence, mildly good, I hear a parent's tone;
With filial heart, obedient ear I'm lending;

The father trusts the son defends the throne!
Affection's ties are stronger live, O my country, longer!
The King's high call o'erflows my breast so free;

I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be!

Not every day hath sunny light of glory;

A cloud, a shower, sometimes dulls the lea;

Let none believe my face can tell the story,

That every wish unfruitful is to me.

How many far and nearer would think exchange much dearer ? Their Freedom's naught - how then compare with me?

I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be.

And if the angry elements exploding,

The lightnings flash, the thunders loudly roar,

Hath not the world oft witness'd such foreboding?

No Prussian's courage can be tested more.

Should rock and oak be riven, to terror I'm not driven;
Be storm and din, let flashes gleam so free
I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be!

Where love and faith so round the monarch cluster,
Where Prince and People so clasp firm their hands,

"T is there alone true happiness can muster,

Thus showing clear how firm the nation's bands.
Again confirm the lealty! the honest, noble lealty!

Be strong the bond, strike hands, dear hearts, with me;
Is not this Prussia? Let us Prussians be!

(From the German.)

THE GERMAN'S FATHERLAND

WHERE is the German's Fatherland?
Is 't Prussia? Swabia? Is 't the strand
Where grows the vine, where flows the Rhine?
Is 't where the gull skims Baltic's brine?
No! - yet more great and far more grand
Must be the German's Fatherland!

How call they then the German's land ?
Bavaria? Brunswick? Hast thou scann'd
It where the Zuyder Zee extends?
Where Styrian toil the iron bends?
No, brother; no! thou hast not spann'd
The German's genuine Fatherland.

Is then the German's Fatherland
Westphalia? Pomerania? Stand
Where Zurich's waveless water sleeps,
Where Weser winds, where Danube sweeps;
Hast found it now? Not yet! Demand
Elsewhere the German's Fatherland!

Then say, where lies the German's land?
How call they that unconquer'd land?
Is 't where Tyrol's green mountains rise?
The Switzer's land I dearly prize,
By Freedom's purest breezes fann'd
But no! 't is not the German's land!
Where, therefore, lies the German's land ?
Baptize that great, that ancient land !
'T is surely Austria, proud and bold,
In wealth unmatch'd, in glory old ?
Oh, none shall write her name on sand;
But she is not the German's land.

Say then, where lies the German's land ?
Baptize that great, that ancient land!
Is 't Alsace ? Or Lorraine
that gem
Wrench'd from the Imperial diadem
By wiles which princely treachery plann'd?
No! these are not the German's land.

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