Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she
always be in the right; but our country, right read more

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she
always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.

American is the crucible of God. It is the melting pot where all
the races are fusing and reforming read more

American is the crucible of God. It is the melting pot where all
the races are fusing and reforming . . . these are the fires of
God you've come to. . . . Into the crucible with you all. God is
making the American.

"My country, right or wrong," is a thing that no patriot would
think of saying except in a desperate read more

"My country, right or wrong," is a thing that no patriot would
think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying,
"My mother, drunk or sober."

Intellectually I know that America is no better than any other country; emotionally I know she is better than every read more

Intellectually I know that America is no better than any other country; emotionally I know she is better than every other country.

'My country, right or wrong,' is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. read more

'My country, right or wrong,' is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, 'My mother, drunk or sober.'

I die content, I die for the liberty of my country.
[Fr., Je meurs content, je meurs pour la read more

I die content, I die for the liberty of my country.
[Fr., Je meurs content, je meurs pour la liberte de mon pays.]

Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
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Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
Who hangs his head for shame?

A man's feet must be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.

A man's feet must be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.

From distant climes, o'er wide-spread seas we come,
Though not with much eclat or beat of drum;
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From distant climes, o'er wide-spread seas we come,
Though not with much eclat or beat of drum;
True patriots all; for be it understood
We left our country for our country's good.
No private views disgraced our generous zeal,
What urged our travels was our country's weal.