. Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . mornings first beam,Its full glory reflected now shines on the stream:Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it waveOer the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battles confusionA home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps refuge could save the hireling and slaveFrom the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave;And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth waveOer the land of the f
. Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . mornings first beam,Its full glory reflected now shines on the stream:Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it waveOer the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battles confusionA home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps refuge could save the hireling and slaveFrom the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave;And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth waveOer the land of the free and the home of the brave. Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the wars desolation!Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a conquer we must, for our cause it is just;And this be our motto,—<( In God is our trust:And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall waveOer the land of the free and the home of the brave. Francis Scott THE MARSEILLAISE. Roguet de Lisle singing his famous song before the Mayor of from a painting by Pils. SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS THE MARSEILLAISE l6435 YE sons of Freedom, wake to glory!Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,Behold their tears and hear their cries!Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding,With hireling hosts, a ruffian band,Affright and desolate the land,While peace and liberty lie bleeding ?To arms! to arms! ye brave !The avenging sword unsheathe;March on! march on! all hearts resolvedOn victory or death! Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling, Which treacherous kings confederate raise;The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, And lo! our fields and cities blaze:And shall we basely view the ruin, While lawless force, with guilty stride,Spreads desolation far and wide,With crimes and blood his hands imbruing ?To arms! to arms! ye brave!The avengi
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