by Samuel Francis Smith

"America is best described by one word -- freedom." -- Dwight D. Eisenhower

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 ev'ry 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 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!



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