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Oh, beautiful for spacious
skies,
For amber waves of grain
Fro purple mountain majesties,
Above the fruited plain.
America, America
God shed His grace on thee.
And crown thy good with
brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
Oh, beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom
beat,
Across the wilderness
America, America
God mend thine ev’ry flaw
Confirm thy soul in
self-control
Thy liberty in law. |
