Classic Poem

All hail! immortal Freedom's home!
Land of the brave and free!
Far o'er the vast Atlantic foam,
I come, I come to thee.
To thee, where Truth's defenders waved
Their star-lit flag of yore;
To thee, whose sons Oppression braved,
And swept her from thy shore.

Thy rivers roll in ocean floods,
Thy mountains cleave the sky,
While thy untrodden solitudes
In dreamy silence lie.
But gentle peace, and giant mind,
Together journeying on,
Amid these wilds their home shall find,
And raise their mutual throne.

Then onward in thy proud career,
But, oh! be just, as strong,
And from thy blood-striped banner tear
The badge of manhood's wrong:
Then Washington's all-sainted shade
Shall bend from yon bright sky,
To deck, with flowers that ne'er can fade,
The brow of Liberty.