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AMERICAN ODE.
With the shout of “Freedom, freedom, freedom!”
Round thy brow, Columbia, we fresh laurels twine,
Thy Natal Day hailing, hailing, hailing;
Who heeds not its coming is no child of thine!
Round thy brow, Columbia, we fresh laurels twine,
Thy Natal Day hailing, hailing, hailing;
Who heeds not its coming is no child of thine!
When foemen were gathering, gathering, gathering,
With perils around us by land and by sea,
Our fathers,—they were toiling, bleeding, dying,
To win for their country our glorious Liberty.
With perils around us by land and by sea,
Our fathers,—they were toiling, bleeding, dying,
To win for their country our glorious Liberty.
Battle's din sounding, sounding, sounding,
Called for the heart and the arm of the brave;
Though darkness was o'er them, and few were their numbers,
These each presented, to ransom a slave!
Called for the heart and the arm of the brave;
Though darkness was o'er them, and few were their numbers,
These each presented, to ransom a slave!
Soon the clouds, parting, parting, parting,
Left the skies beaming with a glory divine.
Great Ruler of armies, armies, armies!
The prize was for us, but the victory thine.
Left the skies beaming with a glory divine.
Great Ruler of armies, armies, armies!
The prize was for us, but the victory thine.
The Day, then, must ever, ever, ever,
Be welcomed with joy by the grateful and free;
Our fathers and their deeds remembered, honored!
They broke for their country the yoke of slavery.
Be welcomed with joy by the grateful and free;
Our fathers and their deeds remembered, honored!
They broke for their country the yoke of slavery.
Be our rights guarded, guarded, guarded!
Purchased with blood, they are hallowed by Heaven.
No time e'er must change them, dim them, or stain them;
Pure to our children, and theirs, be they given!
Purchased with blood, they are hallowed by Heaven.
No time e'er must change them, dim them, or stain them;
Pure to our children, and theirs, be they given!
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