Maxioms by Katharine Lee Bates
They shall not pass till the stars be darkened:
Two swords crossed in front of the Hun;
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They shall not pass till the stars be darkened:
Two swords crossed in front of the Hun;
Never a groan but God has harkened,
Counting their cruelties one by one.
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountains majesties
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O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountains majesties
Above the fruited plain.
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.
