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38 May dews of health and shadows of healing Fall from the leaves of thy Liberty Tree! Dare to be noble, my nation. Go fashion Deeds that thine angel record not with ruth. Wear on thy heart the white rose of compassion, Conquer thy foes by forbearance and truth. Still by the need of thy sires storm-driven, Glad in strange waters their vessels to moor Open thy gates, O thou favored of Heaven, Open them wide to the homeless and poor. So shall the peoples, from ocean to ocean, Bring precious tribute of blessing to thee. So shall thy children yield loyal devotion, All for the love of mine own countrie.

MERICA, my mother and my queen, Thou living Presence that art something more Than cloud-enfolded hills or foam-lit shore, Or steepled towns, yet silent and unseen, Save as thou lendest to this garment sheen The impress of that grace for which men pour Dear blood in battle, toward the Delphic door Of the closed centuries I feel thee lean, Young, eager, beautiful, to know thy fates.