Upon Thy Golden Hill, Arise(America)!
America
Who made thou free,
thy soil-sublimed,
thy bliss to be?
America
O blessedness!
Fount beyond
thriven-promise...
America
shrined Liberty;
the dream for lost
old sailors'glee
America
of morning- Rise!
Beauty for youth
in pending-skies...
Copyright © Johnny Zephir | Year Posted 2006
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