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My country! 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing;
Land, where my fathers died !
Land of the pilgrim's pride,
From every mountain side

Let freedom ring!

My native country! thee-
Land of the noble, free

Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills-

Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees,

Sweet' freedom's song:
Let mortal tongue awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

Our fathers' God! to Thee,
Author of Jiberty,

To Thee we sing:
With freedom's holy light;
Long may our land be bright,
Protect us, by Thy might,

Great God, our King !


God bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand,

Through storm and night.
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save

By Thy great might!

For her our prayer shall rise
To God above the skies;

On Him we wait:
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,

God save the State!


Strew all their graves with flow'rs,

They for their country died;
And freely gave their lives for ours,

Their country's hope and pride.

Bring flowers to deck each sod,

Where rests their sacred dust; Though gone from earth, they live to God,

Their everlasting trust!

Fearless, in freedom's cause,

They suffered, toiled and bled; And died, obedient to her laws,

By truth and conscience led,

Oft as the year returns,

She o'er their graves shall weep, And wreath with flowers their funeral urns

Their memory dear to keep.

Bring flowers of early spring

To deck each soldier's grave;
And summer's fragrant roses bring-

They died our land to save.



O beautiful, my country!

Be thine a nobler care,
Than all thy wealth of commerce,

Thy harvest waving fair.
Be it thy pride to lift up

The manhood of the poor;
Be thou to the oppressed

Fair freedom's open door!

For thee our fathers suffered,

For thee they toiled and prayed;
Upon thy holy altar

Their willing lives they laid.
Thou hast no common birthright;

Grand memories on thee shine,
The blood of pilgrim nations

Commingled, flows in thine.

O beautiful, our country!

Round thee in love we draw,
Thine is the grace of freedom,

The majesty of law.
Be righteousness thy sceptre,

Justice thy diadem;
And on thy shining forehead
Be peace the crowning gem.

F. L. H.
God gives the conquest to the weak

Supports the fainting heart;
And courage in the evil hour

His heav'nly aid imparts.
Mere human energy shall faint

And youthful vigor cease;
But those who wait upon the Lord

In strength shall still increase.
They with unwearied step shall tread

The path of life divine,
With growing ardor onwards move,
With growing brightness shine.


Nobly our flag flutters o'er us to-day,
Emblem of peace, pledge of Liberty's sway,
Its foes shall tremble and shrink in dismay,

If e'er insulted it be.
Our stars and stripes lov'd and honored by all,
Shall float forever where freedom may call,

It still shall be the flag of the free,
Emblem of sweet liberty.


Here we will gather its cause to defend,
Let patriots rally and wise counsels lend,

It still shall be the flag of the free,
Emblem of liberty.

With it in beauty no flag can compare,
All nations honor our banner so fair,
If to insult it a traitor should dare,

Crushed to the earth let him be.
Freedom and progress our watch-words to-

When duty calls us, who dare disobey ?

Honor to thee, thou flag of the free,
Emblem of sweet liberty.


Ever united this fair land shall be,
Our flag shall conquer on land or on sea,
Ev'ry opposer shall soon bend the knee,

God speed the darling old flag.
No North, no South, no New England, no

West, One country always, the greatest, the best;

Long may it wave; the poor and oppressed Bless thee, thou flag of the free.


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