Poems by George Pope Morris
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He's the only King we own--
And He has made us free! The holiest spot a smiling sun E'er shed his genial rays upon, Is that which gave a Washington The drooping world to cheer! Sound the clarion-peals of fame! Ye who bear Columbia's name!-- With existence freedom came-- It is man's birthright here! Heirs of an immortal sire, Let his deeds your hearts inspire; Weave the strain and wake the lyre Where your proud altars stand! Hail with pride and loud harrahs, Streaming from a thousand spars, Freedom's rainbow-flag of stars-- The symbol of our land! I Love Thee Still. |
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