AMERICA.

AMERICA.

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 treesSweet freedom’s song;Let mortal tongues awake;Let all that breathe partake;Let rocks their silence break—The sound prolong.Our father’s God, to Thee,Author of liberty,To Thee we sing;Long may our land be brightWith freedom’s holy light:Protect us by Thy might,Great God, our King.

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 treesSweet freedom’s song;Let mortal tongues awake;Let all that breathe partake;Let rocks their silence break—The sound prolong.Our father’s God, to Thee,Author of liberty,To Thee we sing;Long may our land be brightWith freedom’s holy light:Protect us by Thy might,Great God, our King.

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 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.

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 treesSweet freedom’s song;Let mortal tongues awake;Let all that breathe partake;Let rocks their silence break—The sound prolong.

Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom’s song;

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe partake;

Let rocks their silence break—

The sound prolong.

Our father’s God, to Thee,Author of liberty,To Thee we sing;Long may our land be brightWith freedom’s holy light:Protect us by Thy might,Great God, our King.

Our father’s God, to Thee,

Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing;

Long may our land be bright

With freedom’s holy light:

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King.

—Samuel Francis Smith.

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