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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 per

ilous 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? Oh! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the


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, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner-oh! long may it

wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the


And where is the band who so vauntingly swore,

Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country they'd leave us no more? Their blood hath washed out their foul footstep's pol

lution; No refuge could save the hireling and slave, From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave, And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth

wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the


us a

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved home and the war's desolation ; Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heaven-rescued

land Praise the Power that hath made and pres

nation. Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just, And this be our motto, “In God is our trust," And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall

wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the





AND are the moments past

The loved ones flown?
And must we párt at last,

To weep alone?
Must friendship’s wreath be torn?

The withered garland lie
Like relics in an urn,

And fond ones sigh?

Must hearts long blest and true

Be severed now?
And all we cherished too

To sorrow bow ?
Has parting dimmed the ray

That shone in friendship’s sky,
As evening shades the day

When sunbeams die?

The joyous hours are filed

Like spring's young flowers! The beautiful are dead

In life's gay bowers ! No more, in union sweet,

Our hearts will here agree, We never more may meet

In harmony!

Ah, shall we meet no more

While life shall last,
Along this dreary shore

To wake the past ?
We may not meet below,

But will in realms above;
And there forever know

The friends we love!



Hail to the eagle's flight of glory,

Now soaring mid the northern skies; Fair Freedom's eagle-be his story

The same where'er his pinions rise. From his bright glance the sunlight streaming

First gave Columbia's stars to shine,

Then coloured France's rainbow sign; And now o'er half the world is beaming.

March on, march on, ye brave,

To triumph or to fall :
March on, march on, Sarmatia's sons,

March forward, one and all.

Hark! from the desert's farthest regions

The shouting Cossacks rend the air ; Though victors o'er the Moslem legions,

They know not all that patriots dare. Fair Poland's plains before them lying,

No Balkan heights now intervene,

No mountain barriers rise between, The fierce invader's course defying.

“Come on, come on, ye slaves,

In soul, at least, we're free:
Come on, come on, our bodies now

Your Balkan ridge shall be."

Then wealth was lavished without measure

To aid that cause, all else above;
And woman gave her heart's fond treasure,

The sacred ring of married love.
Oh! noble race-still, still we cherish

The mem'ry of thy gallant son,

Who came to aid us ere we won
The glorious wreath that ne'er shall perish.

Advance, advance the flags

The standards of the free-
Look down, look down, Kosciusko's shade,

We wave them now for thee.

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