The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy read more

The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches toss'd.

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds read more

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.

Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.

Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.

Many heroes lived before Agamemnon, but they are all unmourned,
and consigned to oblivion, because they had no bard read more

Many heroes lived before Agamemnon, but they are all unmourned,
and consigned to oblivion, because they had no bard to sing their
praises.
[Lat., Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi: sed omnes illacrimabiles
Urgentur, ignotique longa
Nocte, carent quia vate sacro.]

Yet, still, from either beach,
The voice of blood shall reach,
More audible than speech,
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Yet, still, from either beach,
The voice of blood shall reach,
More audible than speech,
"We are one!"

America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter, and lose our freedoms, it will be because we read more

America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter, and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.

The idol of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out of our
recollection, and will, in turn, be supplanted read more

The idol of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out of our
recollection, and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor
of to-morrow.

Too many of us look upon Americans as dollar chasers. This is a
cruel libel, even if it is read more

Too many of us look upon Americans as dollar chasers. This is a
cruel libel, even if it is reiterated thoughtlessly by the
Americans themselves.

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and the child of the skies!
Thy read more

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and the child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.