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On the 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 in 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.
No refuge could save
the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight,
or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner
in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave. | | O thus be it ever,
when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes
and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry and peace,
may the Heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath
made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must,
when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto:
'In God is our trust.'
And the star-spangled banner
in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave! | |
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