Her mountains rose up from the sea
While sunshine showed her true glory
Her rivers flowed upon this earth
The nation prospered for its worth.
Her people stood there by her side
They lived and fought and too soon died
The grandest place this world has seen
The saddest words “what might have been ” !
Oh would that we might see beyond
The hills, the plains, the mirrored pond
The mountains, lakes and flowing streams
That are the image of our dreams.
The valleys and the oceans wide
These are the pulse of pilgrims’ pride
And of this nation which exists
In spite of danger that persists.
While enemies near and afar
Diminish every brilliant star
Hoping to hide the shining light
That has become our freedom’s fight !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 