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American Girl's Song.


Tuesday, September 21, 1858.

Our hearts are with our native land,
Our song is for her glory,
Her warrior's wreath is in our hands,
Our lips breathe out her story,
Her lofty hills and valleys green
Are smiling bright before us,
And like a rainbow sign is seen
Her proud flag waving o'er us.

And there are smiles upon our lips,
For those who meet her foeman,
For glory's star knows no eclipse
When smiled upon by woman;
For those who brave the mighty deep,
And scorn the threats of danger,
We've smiles to cheer – and tears to weep
For every ocean danger.

Our hearts are with our native land,
Our song is for her freedom,
Our prayers for her gallant band,
Who strike where honor leads them.
We love the taintless air we breathe,
'Tis freedom's endless dower;
We'll twine for him a fadeless wreath
Who scorns a tyrant's power.

They tell of France's beauties rare,
Of Italy's proud daughters;
Of Scottland's lasses – England's fair,
And nymphs of Shannon's waters;
We heed not all their boasted charm,
Though lords around them hover,
Our glory lies in freedoms' arms –
A Freeman for a Lover!