hon-est thought,And simple truth his highest skill. A-MEN.

The heroes that had lost the day, The failures half divine. . A-MEN.

2 Ranged in a quiet place we see

Their mighty ranks contain Figures too great for victory, Hearts too unspoiled for gain.

3 Here are earth's splendid failures, come From glorious foughten fields;

From Social Hymns of Brotherhood and Aspiration.
Copyright, 1914, by A. S. Barnes Co. Used by permission.

And, with leath-ern hearts, forget. That we owe man-kind a debt?

b

No! True Free-dom is to share

All

the chains our brothers wear,

And, with heart and hand, to be . Earnest to make oth-ers free. A-MEN.

2 They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;

They are slaves who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,

Rather than in silence shrink

From the truth they needs must think;

They are slaves who dare not be

In the right with two or three.

J. R. Lowell (Stanzas on Freedom)

1. My Coun try! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liber ty,

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2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer;
Thy blessing came, and still its power
Shall onward through all ages bear
The memory of that holy hour.

3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God
Came with those exiles o'er the waves,
And where their pilgrim feet have trod,
The God they trusted guards their graves.
4 And here thy name, O God of love,

Their children's children shall adore,
Till these eternal hills remove,

And spring adorns the earth no more.

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I Gone are those great and good
Who here in peril stood
And raised their hymn:
Peace to the reverend dead!
The light that on their head
The glorious past has shed
Shall ne'er grow dim.

2 Ye temples, that to God
Rise where our fathers trod,
Guard well your trust,

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A-MEN.

And crown thy good with broth-er-hood From sea to shining sea!

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2 O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness;
America! America!

God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

3 O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,

Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America!

May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine.

4 O beautiful for patriot dream

That sees beyond the years,
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears;
America! America!

God shed his grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea.

Katharine Lee Bates