Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring!
Samuel F. Smith
May the sun in his course visit no land more free, more happy, more lovely, than this our own country!
My God! How little do my countrymen know what precious blessings they are in possession of, and which no other people on earth enjoy!
The winds that blow through the wide sky in these mounts, the winds that sweep from Canada to Mexico, from the Pacific to the Atlantic – have always blown on free men.
Franklin D. Roosevelt
Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all!
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.