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Freedom, Our Queen

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Topics: classic

Land where the banners wave last in the sun,     Blazoned with star-clusters, many in one,     Floating o'er prairie and mountain and sea;     Hark! 't is the voice of thy children to thee!     Here at thine altar our vows we renew     Still in thy cause to be loyal and true, -     True to thy flag on the field and the wave,     Living to honor it, dying to save!     Mother of heroes! if perfidy's blight     Fall on a star in thy garland of light,     Sound but one bugle-blast! Lo! at the sign     Armies all panoplied wheel into line!     Hope of the world! thou'hast broken its chains, -     Wear thy bright arms while a tyrant remains,     Stand for the right till the nations shall own     Freedom their sovereign, with Law for her throne!     Freedom! sweet Freedom! our voices resound,     Queen by God's blessing, unsceptred, uncrowned!     Freedom, sweet Freedom, our pulses repeat,     Warm with her life-blood, as long as they beat!     Fold the broad banner-stripes over her breast, -     Crown her with star-jewels Queen of the West!     Earth for her heritage, God for her friend,     She shall reign over us, world without end!

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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