The American

The American
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I am bred of the will this is my mimber- Mineworbene and loud, spirit and strength of bad
All buvo risen from her of and within
Only her elements-bred of hay soll am

I am sprong of alleus, you sayi My fors fathers braved the deeps,
None of the red man’s blood wildly within me leaps
Aye, but body and soul, sinew and blood and bone,
Out of her elements, and part of them, I have grown

Out of her breed am I, and dear is her aoil to me
Justly any pride is great in her glorious destiny:
Justly I give him hate who shames her to glut his greed-
I am sprang from her clay, I am one of her breed

She is my motherland; proud am I of her worth,
To all of her glory I am heir by the right of birth;
Let him who would shame her know that my curse tu his face is thrown,
For I am bred of her soll, sinew and blood and bone
-S E Kiser