A new rendition to a American Patriotic Song<br />Lyrics:<br />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 />I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps<br />They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps<br />I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps<br />His day is marching on<br /><br />Let music swell the breeze,<br />and ring from all the trees<br /><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.
