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.

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

Be Briton still to Britain true,
Among oursel's united;
For never but by British hands
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Be Briton still to Britain true,
Among oursel's united;
For never but by British hands
Maun British wrangs be righted.

The line of red are lines of blood, nobly and unselfishly shed by
men who loved the liberty of read more

The line of red are lines of blood, nobly and unselfishly shed by
men who loved the liberty of their fellowmen more than they loved
their fellowmen more than they lover their own lives and
fortunes. God forbid that we would have to use the blood of
America to freshen the color of the flag. But if it should ever
be necessary, that flag will be colored once more, and in being
colored will be glorified and purified.

A man who is good enough to shed his blood for the country is good enough to be given a read more

A man who is good enough to shed his blood for the country is good enough to be given a square deal afterwards.

Our country, however bounded.

Our country, however bounded.

Patriotism has become a mere national self assertion, a
sentimentality of flag-cheering with no constructive duties.

Patriotism has become a mere national self assertion, a
sentimentality of flag-cheering with no constructive duties.

There are no points of the compass on the chart of true
patriotism.

There are no points of the compass on the chart of true
patriotism.

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield
and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all read more

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield
and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over
this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when
again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of
our nature.