Happiness and freedom, hand in hand,
showering souls over the land,
governments wonder, perplexed,
at a nation so young, and diversed.
They long for refuge here,
wondering secret of our career,
tyrants have no sanctuary here,
just peoples vision, hope, without fear.
With our enduring fate,
cherubs guard us safe,
we can reckon wicked smiles,
of despots prey beguiles.
America virgin of the west,
ket no tyrant pillow your breast,
nor bow to a despot’s throne,
redeem to God alone.
Let freedom glow,
teach others the sober way,
to break the links,
of despair and dismay.
Heaven has made you pure,
from the glow of Freedoms fire,
so that other may be inspired,
resonate, a harmonious lyre.
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