| MY COUNTRY, 'TIS OF THEE |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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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Baptist clergyman and poet Samuel Francis Smith (1808 - 1895) |
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