Bring me men to match my mountains,
Bring me men to match my plains,
Men with empires read more

Bring me men to match my mountains,
Bring me men to match my plains,
Men with empires in their purpose,
And new eras in their brains.

The sea is flowing ever,
The land retains it never.

The sea is flowing ever,
The land retains it never.

Our purpose now is to reclaim democracy itself. We are here to affirm that when Americans stand up and speak read more

Our purpose now is to reclaim democracy itself. We are here to affirm that when Americans stand up and speak their minds and say America can do better, that is not a challenge to patriotism; it is the heart and soul of patriotism.

The North! the South! the West! the East!
No one the most and none the least,
But read more

The North! the South! the West! the East!
No one the most and none the least,
But each with its own heart and mind,
Each of its own distinctive kind,
Yet each a part and none the whole,
But all together form one soul;
That soul Our Country at its best,
No North, no South, no East, no West,
No yours, no mine, but always Ours,
Merged in one Power our lesser powers,
For no one's favor, great or small,
But all for Each and each for All.

America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter, and lose our freedoms, it will be because we read more

America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter, and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.

O, Columbia, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine read more

O, Columbia, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot's devotion,
A world offers homage to them.

Out where the handclasp's a little stronger,
Out where the smile swells a little longer,
That's where read more

Out where the handclasp's a little stronger,
Out where the smile swells a little longer,
That's where the West begins.

Young man, there is America--which at this day serves for little
more than to amuse you with stories of read more

Young man, there is America--which at this day serves for little
more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth
manners; yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal
to the whole that commerce which now attracts the envy of the
world.

Alone I walked on the ocean strand,
A pearly shell was in my hand;
I stooped, and read more

Alone I walked on the ocean strand,
A pearly shell was in my hand;
I stooped, and wrote upon the sand
My name, the year, the day.
As onward from the sport I passed,
One lingering look behind I cast,
A wave came rolling high and fast,
And washed my lines away.