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sonagolese
Junior Member

since 2001-02-26

Posts 18
Virginia

0 posted 2001-11-04 07:13 PM

Rejoice, blood-stained nation, in darkness wandering long,
For freedom is triumphant, and right will conquer wrong.
Today, the glorious birthright the patriot fathers gave,
Makes, through eternal justice, a freeman from a slave.

And swift the glorious tidings, which rolls majestic on,
Thrills from Massachusetts to the shores of Oregon.
The gray old mountain echoes shout it loudly to the sea,
And wild winds join the chorus in the anthem of the free.

For this, the God of nations sealed this land as sacred soil,
And henceforth made it holy, with blood, and sweat, and toil.
For this, the lonely Mayflower spread her white wings to the breeze,
And bore the Pilgrim Fathers across the stormy seas.

For this, the blood of patriots baptized old Bunker Hill,
And Lexington and Concord made known the people’s will.
For this, both Saratoga and Yorktown’s fields were won,
And fame’s unfading laurels wreathed the brow of Washington.

For this, your glorious children plead on the weaker side,
And soldiers, brave and fearless, seek to stem oppression’s tide.
For this, the lips of leaders burn with brilliant fire,
Til their every flaming sentence leaps forth in righteous ire.

And for this you bore and suffered, til forbearance ceased to be
A virtue, and high heaven called you to be free.
Then, once more, the blood of heroes burns with fire in each vein,
And the long-slumbering lion rose, and, wrathful, shook his mane.

The page of future history shall, with truthful record, tell
How you met the fearful issue, how bravely and how well;
How you gave uncounted treasure from out your toil-won hoard,
And how, as free as water, heroic blood was poured;

How, amid the tumult, in every battle pause,
Was heard the cry for justice, and how righteous is the cause.
Your fathers’ slumbering ashes cried “Amen!” from each grave,
When your grand old Constitution gave freedom to the slave.

And, as the glorious tidings upon the nation fell,
Satan, with all his legions, went howling down to Hell,
Of crime and blood no longer could he freely drink his fill,
For cursed demon, Terror, has best performed his will.

Let words of deep thanksgiving blend with the tears you shed
For hosts of noble martyrs who in Freedom’s cause have bled.
Though they fell before the sickle which reaps the battle plain,
Yet today they know in heaven, that they perished not in vain.

Your nation’s glorious Eagle, with an unfaltering flight,
Has perched at length, in triumph, on freedom’s loftiest height;
The stars upon your banner burn with fairer flame,
and radiant stripes stand out to claim, “For Freedom–not for fame!”

The first hurled back the tyrant, in the nation’s hour of need,
The last, divinely guided, has made her free indeed.
Let our nation’s grateful tribute to each, alike, be given,
While the kingdom, power and glory are ascribed alone to heaven.

Accordionmaid
Member

since 2001-10-28

Posts 153
MA/USA

1 posted 2001-11-04 07:25 PM

This is really wonderful. I enjoyed reading this. Very powerful!

JulieAnn
Senior Member

since 2000-06-12

Posts 754
Earth 3rd Rock from the sun!!

2 posted 2001-11-04 07:38 PM

Ver good read....although I have a more cynical look at our country I do agree that we are the freeest in the world and the bravest in deed!!! Though if we were not slaves we wouldn't have to work to keep our government above water financially but like I said the freeest in the world we are....great refreshing way to look at our great nation!!! Thanx, J

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