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October 11, 2010

—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!
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 tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,—
The sound prolong.
Our fathers’ 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!



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