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AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL
for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain For purple mountain
majesties Above the fruited plain America! America! God shed your
grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to
Not guns, not thunder, but a clutter of clouded
drums That announce a fiesta: abruptly, fiery needles Circumscribe
on the night boundless chrysanthemums. Softly, they break apart,
they flake away, where Darkness, on a svelte hiss, swallows them.
Delicate brilliance: a bellflower opens, fades, In a sprinkle of
falling stars. Night absorbs them With the sponge of her
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. 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
God and the Soldier, we
adore, In time of danger, not before. The danger passed and all things righted, God is
forgotten and the Soldier slighted.
He went where others feared
to go, and did what others failed to do. He cried, pained and hoped - but most of all he
lived times - never to be forgotten.
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