From where our green mountain tops blend with the sky

And the giant Saint Lawrence is rolled,

To the waves where the balmy Hesperides lie,
Like the dream of some prophet of old.

They conquered - and dying, bequeathed to our care
Not this boundless dominion alone,

But that banner whose loveliness hallows the air,
And their motto of "Many in One."

We are many in one while there glitters a star

In the blue of the heavens above;

And tyrants shall quail, mid their dungeons afar,
When they gaze on that motto of love.

It shall gleam o'er the sea mid the bolts of the storm —
Over tempest, and battle, and wreck;

And flame where our guns with their thunder grow

warm,

'Neath the blood on the slippery deck.

The oppressed of the earth to that standard shall fly Wherever its folds shall be spread;

And the exile shall feel 'tis his own native sky,

Where its stars shall float over his head:

And those stars shall increase till the fulness of time.

Its millions of cycles has run;

Till the world shall have welcomed its mission sublime, And the nations of earth shall be one.

Though the old Alleghany may tower to heaven
And the Father of Waters divide,

The links of our destiny cannot be riven

While the truth of those words shall abide.
Then oh, let them glow on each helmet and brand
Though our blood like our rivers shall run;
Divide as we may in our own native land,
To the rest of the world we are one.

Then up with the flag! Let it stream in the air
Though our fathers are cold in their graves;

They had hands that could strike, they had souls that could dare,

And their sons were not born to be slaves.

Up, up with that banner! Where'er it may call,

Our millions shall rally around;

And a nation of freemen that moment shall fall
When its stars shall be trailed on the ground.

GOOD CITIZENSHIP

Extract from Patriotism and Holiday Observance, address before the Union League Club, Chicago, February 22, 1907

GROVER CLEVELAND

OUR country is infinitely more than a domain affording to those who dwell upon it immense material advantages and opportunities. In such a country we live. But I love to think of a glorious nation built upon the will of free men, set apart for the propagation and cultivation of humanity's best ideal of a free govern

ment, and made ready for the growth and fruitage of the highest aspirations of patriotism. This is the country that lives in us. I indulge in no mere figure of speech when I say that our nation, the immortal spirit of our domain, lives in us in our hearts and minds and consciences. There it must find its nutriment or die. This thought more than any other presents to our minds the impressiveness and responsibility of American citizenship. The land we live in seems to be strong and active. But how fares the land that lives in us? Are we sure that we are doing all we ought to keep it in vigor and health? Are we keeping its roots well surrounded by the fertile soil of loving allegiance, and are we furnishing them the invigorating moisture of unselfish fidelity? Are we as diligent as we ought to be to protect this precious growth against the poison that must arise from the decay of harmony and honesty and industry and frugality; and are we sufficiently watchful against the deadly, burrowing pests of consuming greed and cankerous cupidity? Our answers to these questions make up the account of our stewardship as keepers of a sacred trust.

AMERICA

SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH

My country, 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

FRANCIS SCOTT KEY

O SAY, can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight

O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming!

And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;

O! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?

On that 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? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream; 'Tis the star-spangled banner; O long may it wave O'er 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 battle's confusion

A home and a country should leave us no more?

Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.