America

America
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How dark was the day
When our fathers came o’er
The fathomless depths of the seal
When they hasted away
From yon bigoted shore
To the glorious “Land of the Free”

Far, far from the land
Which had given them birth
Hesperides found them a home
On a rock bound strand,
In the wilds of the earth-
Alone ‘neath the star spangled dome,

Here the winter king locked
These poor pligrims in snow,
Swept down from the arctio domain)
And they oftentimes rocked
In the cradle of woe
Of famine, starvation, and pain

But as years passed along
They prospered in right
And thousands came over the sea,
Who were valiant and strong
And labored with might
To nourish the liberty tres

They reared habitationa
Far into the main
Away toward the father of waters,
And free institutions
Of honor and gain
In behalf of their sons and daughters

The lion of vengeance
Was cruel and mean,
And cruvched very low at our doorss
So we severed aliegiance
To King and Queen
And wracod the American zhores

Une eluht wearisome years
The conflict endured,
And this lifehtond in rivers ald runt
Of inld angulan and tears Our fialita were secured
And a glorious nation begun

A huma evit reninine,
Widely at last took lis flight
Through the twower of the great I am
For eight geherations
“Twas legally right
To enslave the children of Iam

But for to our land
The pilgrim’s delightt
America honored and dear:
Where we now take our stand,
Neath the day star of platit,
Which diapels the dark shadows of fomn

Our repubtle, we hope, In crescent as vet,
Compared to her futinens of day, And may the full scope Of America wet
A share of Columbia’s praise

Prout Columbia tande
As a rudiant chief-
America proper and true:
And, with her strong handa,
She binds in the wheal
What the ages can never undo

She is working today
With great power and might
To conquer the lexions of sin:
She is maving God’s way
With heaven’s own light
Through the sons and daughters of me

O America dear,
My own native land
How dear to my heart is thy names
Thou art never auster,
Thou art noble and grand,
And the earth resounds with thy fame

Thou hast done much to rear
The world un from dінятись
Through the sizes which are of thy birth
Thou art without peer In supporting the rach
As a light to enlighten the earth

The God of our fathers
We truly adore,
For he’s our great and only King:
And as he sways his scepter
From shore unto shore
Let the musle of freedom ring