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.
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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.
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.]
And bold and hard adventures t' undertake,
Leaving his country for his country's sake.
And bold and hard adventures t' undertake,
Leaving his country for his country's sake.
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out
of the human race.
You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out
of the human race.
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!
We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and I
keep step to the music read more
We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and I
keep step to the music of the Union.
I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me
liberty, or give me death!
I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me
liberty, or give me death!
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.
