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And proudly hath it floated Through the battles of the sea, When thy queenly flag o'er the smoke-wreaths play'd, Like the lightning in its glee.

On wave, on rock, on bastion, Its echoes have been known; By a thousand streams the hearts lie low, That have answer'd to its tone.

A thousand ancient mountains Its pealing notes hath stirr'd; Sound on, and on, for evermore, Oh, thou victorious word!