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 mountainside 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.

 

— Samuel F. Smith, 1808-1895
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