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 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Oliver Wendell Holmes.

Maestoso.

1. What flow'r is this that greets the morn, Its hues from heav'n so

2. In sav - age Na-ture's far a - bode Its ten - der seed our

3. Be - hold its streaming rays u - nite, One mingling flood of

4. The blades of he - roes fence it round, Where 'er it springs is

5. Thy sa - cred leaves, fair Free-dom's flow'r. Shall ev - er float on

fresh -ly born? With burn - ing star and flam - ing band It

fa - thers sowed; The storm- winds rocked its swell - ing bud, Its

braid - ed light,&mdash;The red that fires the South - ern rose, With

ho - ly ground; From tower and dome its glo - ries spread; It

dome and tower. To all their heav'n-ly col - ors true. In

kin - dies all the sun - set land: O tell us what its

op'n - ing leaves were streaked with blood, Till lo! earth's ty - rants

spot - less white from north - ern snows, And, span - gled o'er its

waves where lone - ly sen - tries tread; It makes the land as

black'n-ing frost or crim - son dew,&mdash; And God love us as