Revolutionary Reader Reminiscences and Indian Legends
REVOLUTIONARY READER REMINISCENCES AND INDIAN LEGENDS SOPHIE LEE FOSTER AMERICA 1. My Country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where our fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. 2. My native Country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. 3. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees, Sweet Freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake, Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. 4. Our Father's God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright, With Freedom's holy light, Protect us with Thy might, Great God, our King! WASHINGTON'S NAME At the celebration of Washington's Birthday, Maury Public School, District of Columbia, Miss Helen T. Doocy recited the following beautiful poem written specially for her by Mr. Michael Scanlon: Let nations grown old in the annals of glory Retrace their red marches of conquest and tears, And glean with deft hands, from the pages of story The names which emblazon their centuried years— Bring them forth, ev'ry deed which their prowess bequeathed Unto them caught up from the echoes of fame; Yet thus, round their brows all their victories wreathed, They'll pale in the light of our Washington's Name! Oh, ye who snatched fame from the nation's disasters And fired your ambitions at glory's red springs, To bask, for an hour, in the smiles of your masters, And
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