Our Country America

★ Our Country America Story  :

My country, ’tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty; Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride,– From every mountain side Let freedom ring.

My native country, thee, Land of the noble free,– Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom’s song; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake! Let rocks their silence break,– The sound prolong.

Our fathers’ God,–to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King.

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