Of Liberty’s crimson hue;

And place them as the glorious stars

On Freedom’s field of blue.

And we, the children of all the earth,

To thee, poet of all times,

Bring honor, and laurel, and love as well—

And crown thee, king of rhymes.

Thou brought us to the very homes

Of Saxon, Dane and Moor,

And sweetly sang thy choicest lays

Alike to rich and poor.

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Thou didst act well, thy every part,

On this brief stage of life;

Thou taught us too, our parts to play

In peaceful work, or strife.

Renowned bard of Albion’s land

America bids thee rise

Like Phœnix, fabled from of old—

Immortal, to the skies.

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