III.

Birth-land of Freedom! from thy mountain-height,

From thy deep vales and forests fair and wide,

Along thy sounding shores where ocean's might

Expends itself in tide's returning tide,

Rising, sublime, beyond the tempest's flight,

The immortal sounds of Liberty abide!

And, oh! how far along from shore to shore

They meet and mingle with the sea's loud roar!

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