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We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and I
keep step to the music read more
We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and I
keep step to the music of the Union.
A man who is good enough to shed his blood for the country is good enough to be given a read more
A man who is good enough to shed his blood for the country is good enough to be given a square deal afterwards.
Our country is the common parent of all.
[Lat., Patria est communis omnium parens.]
Our country is the common parent of all.
[Lat., Patria est communis omnium parens.]
A man's feet must be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.
A man's feet must be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.
Put none but Americans on guard tonight.
Put none but Americans on guard tonight.
Our land is the dearer of our sacrifices. The blood of our
martyrs sanctifies and enriches it. Their spirit read more
Our land is the dearer of our sacrifices. The blood of our
martyrs sanctifies and enriches it. Their spirit passes into
thousands of hearts. How costly is the progress of the race. It
is only by the giving of life that we can have life.
Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never
never allows us to forget that we belong to read more
Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never
never allows us to forget that we belong to it.
[Lat., Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos
Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.]
The line of red are lines of blood, nobly and unselfishly shed by
men who loved the liberty of read more
The line of red are lines of blood, nobly and unselfishly shed by
men who loved the liberty of their fellowmen more than they loved
their fellowmen more than they lover their own lives and
fortunes. God forbid that we would have to use the blood of
America to freshen the color of the flag. But if it should ever
be necessary, that flag will be colored once more, and in being
colored will be glorified and purified.
The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield
and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all read more
The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield
and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over
this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when
again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of
our nature.
