America, my own!

Thy spacious grandeurs rise

Faming the proudest zone

Pavilioned by the skies;

Day’s flying glory breaks

Thy vales and mountains o’er,

And gilds thy streams and lakes

From ocean shore to shore.

Praised be thy wood and wold,

Thy corn and wine and flocks,

The yellow blood of gold

Drained from thy caÑon rocks;

Thy trains that shake the land,

Thy ships that plough the main!

Triumphant cities grand

Roaring with noise of gain!

Yet not the things of sense,

By nature wrought, or art,

Prove soul’s preËminence,

Or swell the patriot heart;

Our country we revere

For that from sea to sea

Her vast-domed atmosphere

Is life-breath of the free.

Brown Labor, gazing up,

Takes hope, and Hunger stands

Holding her empty cup

In pale, expectant hands.

Brave young Ambition waits

Thy just law’s clarion call,

That power unbar the gates

Of privilege to all.

Trade’s fickle signets coined

From Mammon’s molten dust,

With reverence conjoined,

Proclaim “In God we trust.”

Nor doth the legend lie:

The People, patient, bide,

Trusting the Lord on high,

To thunder on their side.

Earth’s races look to thee;

The peoples of the world

Thy risen splendors see,

And thy wide flag unfurled;

Kelt, Slav, and Hun behold

That banner from afar,

They bless each streaming fold,

And cheer its every star.

For liberty is sweet

To every folk and age,—

Armenia, Cuba, Crete,—

Despite war’s heathen rage,

Or scheming diplomat

Whose words of peace enslave.

Columbia! Democrat

Of Nations! speak and save!

As mightful Moses led

To Canaan’s promised land;

As Christ victorious bled,

Obeying Love’s command;

So thou, Right’s champion,

God’s chosen leader strong,

Gird up thy loins! march on!

Defend mankind from Wrong.