AMERICA

My country, 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims' pride;

From every mountainside

Let freedom ring.

My native country thee,

Land of the noble free,-

Thy name I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills;

My heart with rapture thrills

       Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

        Sweet freedom's song;

Let mortal tongues awake,

Let all that breathe partake,

Let rocks their silence break­-

       The sound prolong.

Our fathers' God! to Thee,

Author of liberty,

            To Thee we sing;

Long may our land be bright

With freedom's holy light;

Protect us by Thy might,

            Great God, our King!

                        S. F. Smith, LL.D