The Land Of Washington

The Land of Washington
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I glory in the sages
Who in the days of yore
In combat met the foeman
And drove them from the shore
Who hung our banners’ marry field
In triumph to the breeze,
And spread broad maps of cities where
Once waved the forest trees,

I glory in the spirit
Which goaded them to rise,
And form a mighty nation
Beneath the western skies
No clime so bright and beautiful
As that where sets the sun;
No land so fertile, fair and free
As that of Washington