The stars of freedom shine,

Brilliant, majestic they appear,

As viewed from ev’ry clime.

Of fair Columbia we will sing,

Her forests mounting high,

Her lakes and rills with music thrills

Our hearts as we draw nigh;

We hear the glad notes of the birds,

Winging their merry flight,

O’er shrub and tree, o’er hill and dale,

Through sunshine warm and bright.

Here the oppressed have found a home,

Here equal rights for all,

Emblazoned forth on ev’ry page

In justice loudly call,

That despotism has had its day,

Democracy must rule

This universe from zone to zone

In fair Columbia’s school.

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