Poems (Henderson)/America

by Elizabeth Henderson

For works with similar titles, see America.

AMERICA.

Fling out thy banner folds Oh! Earth, Let every land and clime,Fling out its ensign to the breeze, But none can equal thine.

Oh! starry flag, thy colors true, Have weathered every blast,That o'er thy radiant domain, The tryants hand hath cast.For since thy martyred saint pealed forth, The banner cry of love,Since that great hand of wisdom brake, The fetters of the slave.

There is no grandeur like thine own, Thou country of the free,There is no charity so broad, As thine, thou land of Liberty.