COUNTRY

COUNTRY

AMERICA

Dividedby the ocean’s vastFrom other dear and shining strands,The wonder of the storied pastConfesses this the land of lands;The refuge of the fair and braveWhen freedom was denied her due;Sing with the wild, wild ocean-wave,“America the true!”Dear was the boon the pilgrim soughtAmid the redman’s forest wild,And dearly, too, the lesson taughtBy this sweet Freedom’s native child;Which yet once learned forget no more,O heir of that loved Liberty!Breathe with the spirit of thy shore,“America the free!”Her stars and stripes that proudly floatSo many citied states above,Shall we forget that they denoteThe oneness of a common love?Sweet token to the patriotO’er all thy territories wide,Float to this one inspiring thought,“America our pride!”And still as fuller swell thy veinsAnd crimsoner thy throbbing blood,Be virtue in thy broad domains,The God of nations be thy God!The echo of thy forest-daysStill mingle with thy voiceful seaOr linger in the poet’s praise,“America the free!”

Dividedby the ocean’s vastFrom other dear and shining strands,The wonder of the storied pastConfesses this the land of lands;The refuge of the fair and braveWhen freedom was denied her due;Sing with the wild, wild ocean-wave,“America the true!”Dear was the boon the pilgrim soughtAmid the redman’s forest wild,And dearly, too, the lesson taughtBy this sweet Freedom’s native child;Which yet once learned forget no more,O heir of that loved Liberty!Breathe with the spirit of thy shore,“America the free!”Her stars and stripes that proudly floatSo many citied states above,Shall we forget that they denoteThe oneness of a common love?Sweet token to the patriotO’er all thy territories wide,Float to this one inspiring thought,“America our pride!”And still as fuller swell thy veinsAnd crimsoner thy throbbing blood,Be virtue in thy broad domains,The God of nations be thy God!The echo of thy forest-daysStill mingle with thy voiceful seaOr linger in the poet’s praise,“America the free!”

Dividedby the ocean’s vastFrom other dear and shining strands,The wonder of the storied pastConfesses this the land of lands;The refuge of the fair and braveWhen freedom was denied her due;Sing with the wild, wild ocean-wave,“America the true!”

Dividedby the ocean’s vast

From other dear and shining strands,

The wonder of the storied past

Confesses this the land of lands;

The refuge of the fair and brave

When freedom was denied her due;

Sing with the wild, wild ocean-wave,

“America the true!”

Dear was the boon the pilgrim soughtAmid the redman’s forest wild,And dearly, too, the lesson taughtBy this sweet Freedom’s native child;Which yet once learned forget no more,O heir of that loved Liberty!Breathe with the spirit of thy shore,“America the free!”

Dear was the boon the pilgrim sought

Amid the redman’s forest wild,

And dearly, too, the lesson taught

By this sweet Freedom’s native child;

Which yet once learned forget no more,

O heir of that loved Liberty!

Breathe with the spirit of thy shore,

“America the free!”

Her stars and stripes that proudly floatSo many citied states above,Shall we forget that they denoteThe oneness of a common love?Sweet token to the patriotO’er all thy territories wide,Float to this one inspiring thought,“America our pride!”

Her stars and stripes that proudly float

So many citied states above,

Shall we forget that they denote

The oneness of a common love?

Sweet token to the patriot

O’er all thy territories wide,

Float to this one inspiring thought,

“America our pride!”

And still as fuller swell thy veinsAnd crimsoner thy throbbing blood,Be virtue in thy broad domains,The God of nations be thy God!The echo of thy forest-daysStill mingle with thy voiceful seaOr linger in the poet’s praise,“America the free!”

And still as fuller swell thy veins

And crimsoner thy throbbing blood,

Be virtue in thy broad domains,

The God of nations be thy God!

The echo of thy forest-days

Still mingle with thy voiceful sea

Or linger in the poet’s praise,

“America the free!”

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