A Monogram on Our National Song

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J. Munsell, 1869 - National songs - 69 pages

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Page 47 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Page 48 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Page 31 - And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.
Page 34 - Columbia ! happy land! Hail, ye heroes ! heaven-born band! Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, And when the storm of war was gone Enjoyed the peace your valor won. Let independence be our boast, Ever mindful what it cost; Ever grateful for the prize, Let its altar reach the skies. Firm, united let us be, Rallying round our Liberty ; As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find.
Page 48 - In God is our trust"; And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land...
Page 3 - I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
Page 48 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation ! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto:
Page 51 - Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home : there's no place like home.
Page 6 - There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls : But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 18 - In a chariot of light from the regions of day, The goddess of Liberty came; Ten thousand celestials directed the way, And hither conducted the dame. A fair budding branch from the gardens above, Where millions with millions agree, She brought in her hand, as a pledge of her love, And the plant she named LIBERTY TREE.

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