AMERICA

by Samuel Francis Smith

 

My country, 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

  Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims' pride,

From every mountain side

Let freedom ring.

 

Our fathers' God, to thee,

Author of liberty,

  To thee we sing;

Long may our land be bright

With freedom's holy light;

Protect us by thy might,

Great God, our King.

 

 

The Mountains

College Song by Washington Gladden, 1859

1. O, proudly rise the monarchs of our mountain land

    With their kingly forest robes to the sky

    Where Alma Mater dwelleth with her chosen band,

    And the peaceful river floweth gently by.

 

CHORUS:

    The mountains! the mountains! we greet them with a song,

    Whose echoes, rebounding their woodland heights along,

    Shall mingle with anthems that winds and fountains sing,

    Till hill and valley gaily, gaily ring.

 

2. The snows of Winter crown them with a crystal crown,

    And the silver clouds of Summer round them cling;

    The Autumn's scarlet mantles flows in richness down,

    And they revel in the garniture of Spring.

 

3. O, mightly they battle with a storm-king's power;

    And conquerors shall triumph here for aye

    Yet quietly their shadows fall at evening hour,

    While the gentle breezes round them softly play.

 

4. Beneath their peaceful shadows may old Williams stand

    'Til sun and mountains never more shall be

    The glory and the honor of our mountain land,

    And the dwelling of the gallant and the free.