Freedom.

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain,

For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain.

America, America. God shed his grace on thee

 And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea.

 O beautiful for heroes proved 

In liberating strife. 

Who more than self their country loved

And mercy more than life.

America. America.

May God thy gold refine 

Till all success be nobleness 

And every gain divine.

O beautiful for halcyon skies, 
For amber waves of grain, 
For purple mountain majesties 
Above the enameled plain.

America. America.
God shed his grace on thee 
Till souls wax fair as earth and air 
And music-hearted sea.

 O beautiful for glory-tale 

Of liberating strife 

When once and twice, 

for man's avail 

Men lavished precious life.

America. America.

God shed his grace on thee 

Till selfish gain no longer stain 

The banner of the free.

"When we view the blessings with which our country has been favored, those which we now enjoy, and the means which we possess of handing them down unimpaired to our latest posterity, our attention is irresistibly drawn to the source from whence they flow. Let us then, unite in offering our most grateful acknowledgments for these blessings to the Divine Author of All Good." -James Monroe.