My country, ’tis of thee, <br />Sweet land of liberty, <br />Of thee I sing; <br />Land where my fathers died, <br />Land of the pilgrims’ pride, <br />From every mountainside, <br />Let freedom ring! <br /> <br />My native country, thee, <br />Land of the noble free, <br />Thy name I love; <br />I love thy rocks and rills, <br />Thy woods and templed hills; <br />My heart with rapture thrills, <br />Like that above. <br /> <br />Let music swell the breeze, <br />And ring from all the trees, <br />Sweet freedom’s song; <br />Let mortal tongues awake; <br />Let all that breathe partake; <br />Let rocks their silence break, <br />The sound prolong. <br /> <br />Our fathers’ God, to Thee, <br />Author of liberty, <br />To Thee we sing; <br />Long may our land be bright <br />With freedom’s holy light; <br />Protect us by Thy might, <br />Great God, our King.<br /><br />Samuel Francis Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-country-tis-of-thee-4/
