OH, say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze o’er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? In full glory reflected now shines in the stream; ’Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that land who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled O’er 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 wild war’s desolation; Blest with vict’ry and peace may the Heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: “In God is our trust!” And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave! Francis Scott Key. |