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AMERICA. |
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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.
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 I sing : Long may our land be bright With Freedom's holv light: Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King. |
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