The Bethlen Home Messenger, 2002 (1-4. szám)

2002-07-01 / 2. szám

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O LAND OF MINE

O land whose soul breathes liberty,

O land of hope where all are free,

Where children of each alien race View not the tyrant's cruel face;

Where Pilgrims prayed and worshiped God Without the fear of lash or rod And left to us as legacy The spirit of true liberty.

O land whose heroes of the past Are with the world's immortals classed,

O land that gave us Washington,

Whose deeds have been surpassed by none

O land which claims the resting place Of Lincoln, saviour of a race;

Inspire me with their divine And holy fire, O land of mine.

0 land I love, when life shall cease And my poor eyelids close in peace,

1 trust that their last earthly view Shall be the field of starry blue And striped bars of red and white Which fly triumphant for the right,

The glorious token and design

Of freedom's home, O land of mine.

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