In Flanders Fields By John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow Loved, and […]
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea, Let us swear allegiance to a land that’s free,Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer.God bless America,Land that I love,Stand beside her, and guide herThrough the night with a light from above.From the mountains, to […]
Do all the good you can, By all the means you can, In all the ways you can, In all the places you can, At all the times you can, To all the people you can, As long as ever you can.
lyrics Samuel Francis Smith, 1831My country, ’tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims’ pride,From ev’ry mountainsideLet freedom ring!My native country, thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills;My heart with rapture thrills,Like that above.Let music swell the […]