I glory in the sages
Who, in the days of yore,
In combat met the foemen,
And drove them from our shore.
Who flung our banner’s starry field
In triumph to the breeze,
And spread broad maps of cities where
Once waved the forest-trees.
–Hurrah!–
I glory in the spirit
Which goaded them to rise
And found a might nation
Beneath the western skies.
No clime so bright and beautiful
As that where sets the sun;
No land so fertile, fair, and free,
As that of Washington
–Hurrah!–
(George Pope Morris)
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