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World-wide shall human lives be free: America has crossed the sea!
America! the land we love!
G.o.d's second gift from Heaven above, Builded and fas.h.i.+oned out of truth, Sinewed by Him with splendid youth For that glad day when shall be furled All tyrant flags throughout the world.
For this our banner holds the sky: That liberty shall never die.
For this, America began: To make a brotherhood of man.
The Time for Deeds
We have boasted our courage in moments of ease, Our star-spangled banner we've flung on the breeze; We have taught men to cheer for its beauty and worth, And have called it the flag of the bravest on earth Now the dark days are here, we must stand to the test.
Oh, G.o.d! let us prove we are true to our best!
We have drunk to our flag, and we've talked of the right, We have challenged oppression to show us its might; We have strutted for years through the world as a race That for G.o.d and for country, earth's tyrants would face; Now the gage is flung down, hate is loosed in the world.
Oh, G.o.d! shall our flag in dishonor be furled?
We have said we are brave; we have preached of the truth, We have walked in conceit of the strength of our youth; We have mocked at the ramparts and guns of the foe, As though we believed we could laugh them all low.
Now oppression has struck! We are challenged to fight!
Oh, G.o.d! let us prove we can stand for the right!
If in honor and glory our flag is to wave, If we are to keep this--the land of the brave; If more than fine words are to fas.h.i.+on our creeds, Now must our hands and our hearts turn to deeds.
We are challenged by tyrants our strength to reveal!
Oh, G.o.d! let us prove that our courage is real!
Everywhere in America
Not somewhere in America, but everywhere to-day, Where snow-crowned mountains hold their heads, the vales where children play, Beside the bench and whirring lathe, on every lake and stream And in the depths of earth below, men share a common dream-- The dream our brave forefathers had of freedom and of right, And once again in honor's cause, they rally and unite.
Not somewhere in America is love of country found, But east and west and north and south once more the bugles sound, And once again, as one, men stand to break their brother's chains, And make the world a better place, where only justice reigns.
The patriotism that is here, is echoed over there, The hero at a certain post is on guard everywhere.
O'er humble home and mansion rich the starry banner flies, And far and near throughout the land the men of valor rise.
The flag that flutters o'er your home is fluttering far away O'er homes that you have never seen. The same impulses sway The souls of men in distant states. The red, the white and blue Means to one hundred million strong, just what it means to you.
The self-same courage resolute you feel and understand Is throbbing in the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of men throughout this mighty land.
Not somewhere in America, but everywhere to-day, For justice and for liberty all free men work and pray.
The Things That Make a Soldier Great
The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die, To face the flaming cannon's mouth, nor ever question why, Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of tulips red, The peonies and pansies, too, the old petunia bed, The gra.s.s plot where his children play, the roses on the wall: 'Tis these that make a soldier great. He's fighting for them all.
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