America, our heritage, thou land of golden fields,
Where ev'ry fertile valley a fruitful harvest yields,
Fair land of lofty mountains, of forest, stream, and lake,
Vast industries, great cities, no foe shall ever take.
How manifold thy blessings! How priceless our estate
To foster hope and brotherhood, to ban discord and hate!
From wilderness to nation thy sons have seen thee rise,
One mighty federation, where none dare tyrannize.
On guard, then, O America! Let nothing ever dim
The flame of true democracy, nor still the fervent hymn
Of liberty and justice and noble destiny.
Again we raise our thanks to God, America, for thee.
...Arnold J. Copeland |
