MY country, ’t is 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 mountain-side <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 I 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/america-70/
