Sweet Land of Liberty

My country,' tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;
land where my fathers died,
land of the pilgrims' pride,
from every mountainside let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
land of the noble free, thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
thy woods and templed hills;
my heart with rapture thrills, like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
and ring from all the trees sweet freedom's song;
let mortal tongues awake;
let all that breathe partake;
let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong.

Our fathers' God, to thee,
author of liberty, to thee we sing;
long may our land be bright
with freedom's holy light;
protect us by thy might, great God, our King.


Chuck said...

Happy 4th PF

Anonymous said...

I hope you and the family had a good holiday together, P.F.

Z said...

what a perfectly beautiful post for the Fourth...Great image and you can't beat these words. Thanks, Pops.

Brooke said...

Ah, great post. I hope your Fourth was good.

Also, I hope that the great nation we were can be realized again.

EDGE said...

Yah, the last 3 verses were never read in my school. Then all of the sudden the whole thing wasn't sung.

I bet you can catch a grade schooler and ask him if he knows the first verse and he won't be able to sing it.

Anonymous said...

You doing ok , P.F.?

Z said...

still missing your posts. And you, of course.
Thanks for stopping by tonight, my friend xxx

Papa Frank said...

I'll be making the rounds soon. I did learn how to install a new hard drive in my laptop this past week. Sorry I've been gone.


Yo man, where you at?

Anonymous said...

You been gone a long time! Everything ok I hope?