GOD bless our native land;
Firm may she ever stand,
Through storm and night
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save
By The great might.
—CHARLLS T. BROOKS.
My country, I would pray,
To serve tree every day,
Like those before.
I would a hero be,
And live and die for thee,
To keep tbee fair and free,
For ever more.
—Selected.
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee.
Katharine Lee Bates.
