Our Country! whose eagle exults as he flies
In the splendor of noonday, broad-breasting the skies,
That from ocean to ocean the Land overblown
By the winds and the shadows is Liberty's own,—
We hail thee, we crown thee! To east and to west
God keep thee the purest, the noblest, the best;
While all thy domain with a people He fills
As free as thy winds and as firm as thy hills!