They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.

They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.

American is the crucible of God. It is the melting pot where all
the races are fusing and reforming read more

American is the crucible of God. It is the melting pot where all
the races are fusing and reforming . . . these are the fires of
God you've come to. . . . Into the crucible with you all. God is
making the American.

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she
always be in the right; but our country, right read more

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she
always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.

'Twere sweet to sink in death for Truth and Freedom!
Yes, who would hesitate, for who could bear
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'Twere sweet to sink in death for Truth and Freedom!
Yes, who would hesitate, for who could bear
The living degradation we may know
If we do dread death for a sacred cause?

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy.

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy.

There are many different voice and languages; but there is but
one voice of the peoples when you are read more

There are many different voice and languages; but there is but
one voice of the peoples when you are declared to be the true
"Father of your country."
[Lat., Vox diversa sonat: populorum est vox tamen una,
Cum verus Patriae diceris esse Pater.]

My country is the world, and my religion to do good.

My country is the world, and my religion to do good.

And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
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And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?