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E. Hershey Sneath

Our Country

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.


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.


America! America!

God shed His grace on thee.

Katharine Lee Bates.