America : our national hymn . LAND WHERE MY FATHERS DIED,LAND OF THE PILGRIMS THE SLEEP OF THE BRAVE. May 30, 1874. Breathe balmy airs, ye fragrant flowers,Oer every silent sleepers head, Ye crystal dews and summer showers,Dress in fresh green each lowly bed. Strew loving offerings oer the brave, Their countrys joy, their countrys pride. For us their precious lives they gave,For freedoms sacred cause they died. Each cherished name its place shall hold,Like stars that gem the azure sky; Their deeds, on historys page enrolled,Are sealed for immortality. Long, where on glorys field they f

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America : our national hymn . LAND WHERE MY FATHERS DIED,LAND OF THE PILGRIMS THE SLEEP OF THE BRAVE. May 30, 1874. Breathe balmy airs, ye fragrant flowers,Oer every silent sleepers head, Ye crystal dews and summer showers,Dress in fresh green each lowly bed. Strew loving offerings oer the brave, Their countrys joy, their countrys pride. For us their precious lives they gave,For freedoms sacred cause they died. Each cherished name its place shall hold,Like stars that gem the azure sky; Their deeds, on historys page enrolled,Are sealed for immortality. Long, where on glorys field they fell,May freedoms spotless banner wave; And fragrant tributes, grateful, tell Where live the free, where sleep the brave.

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