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America
Samuel F. Smith 1832
Thesaurus Musicus, 1740

My country tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died!  Land of the Pilgrim's 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 fills 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 father's 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!