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Oh, say, can you see, by the
dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's
last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the
perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly
streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in
air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
O
say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of
the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen thro'
the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread
silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering
steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now
it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory
reflected, now shines on the stream:
'T is the star-spangled
banner: O, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the
home of the brave!
And where is that band who
so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A
home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd
out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the
hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of
the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er
the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O, thus be it ever when freemen
shall stand,
Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation;
Blest
with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the
Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us as a nation!
Then conquer
we must, when our cause is just,
And this be our motto: "In
God is our trust"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph
shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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