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On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
- Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
- As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream;
'Tis the star-spangled banner; Oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
- That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
- Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
- Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
- Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer w^e must, when our cause it is just.
And this be our motto — "In God is our trust";
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
