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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?
Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy
Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy
My country is the world, and my religion to do good.
My country is the world, and my religion to do good.
They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.
They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
Love of country is like love of woman--he loves her best who seeks to bestow on her the highest good.
Love of country is like love of woman--he loves her best who seeks to bestow on her the highest good.
Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of your sires.
God--and your native land!
Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of your sires.
God--and your native land!
That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or read more
That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow
warmer among the runs of Iona.
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.
