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GOD bless our native land; Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do Thou our country save By The great might. —CHARLLS T. BROOKS. |
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My country, I would pray, To serve tree every day, Like those before. I would a hero be, And live and die for thee, To keep tbee fair and free, For ever more. —Selected. |
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America! America! God shed His grace on thee. Katharine Lee Bates. |