Pike’s Peak Panorama
—Samuel F. Smith.
MY COUNTRY! ‘tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the pilgrims’ pride!
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring!
—Rev. Edward C. Porter.
Three Thousand Five Hundred Fifty Three
Unknown Union Soldiers Lie Interred In
Arlington National Cemetery.
The brave—the good—the true,
In tangled wood, in mountain glen,
On battle plain, in prison pen,
Lie dead for me and you!
Four hundred thousand of the brave
Have made our ransomed soil their grave,
For me and you!
Good friend, for me and you!
Or, Roll a River Wide and Strong.
—Dr. Melancthon Woolsey Stryker.
Like the tides a-swinging.
Lift the joyful floods of song,
Set the mountains ringing.
Run the lovely banner high—
Crimson morning glory!—
Field as blue as yonder sky,—
Every star a story.
Let the people, heart and lip,
Hail the gleaming splendor!
Let the guns from shore and ship
All ye oceans clap your hands!
Echo, plains and highlands,
Speed the voice through all the lands
To the Orient islands.
Or, The Fourth Of July.
AIR—Scots wha hae.
Freedom’s banners greet thy ray;
See! how cheerfully they play
With thy morning breeze.
On the rocks where pilgrims kneeled,
On the heights where squadrons wheeled,
When a tyrant’s thunder pealed
O’er the trembling seas. Read more…
—Francis Scott Key.
O SAY, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming!
And the rockets’ 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?
—Alexander Hill Everett.
SCION of a mighty stock!
Hands of iron—hearts of oak—
Follow with unflinching tread
Where the noble fathers led.
Craft and subtle treachery,
Gallant youth, are not for thee;
Follow thou in words and deeds
Where the God within thee leads.