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AMERICA

SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH

MERICA" always sends a patriotic thrill through

every heart. The song stands for love of country, for the country, and for submission to the Great God, our King, "whose care and guidance has enabled us as Americans to claim a land where every echo is of freedom, and where rocks, valleys, hills, and breezes bid humanity shout praises for the joy of freedom and bow in humble prayer of thanksgiving to the great King of Kings who sheds upon his children freedom's holy light."

The origin of this poem is of keen interest to all. Dr. Smith relates how Mr. Lowell Mason, the pioneer public school music publisher in America, had received some German school singing books. These he turned over for examination to Dr. Smith, whose ability as poet, German student, and translator was already much appreciated. Dr. Smith entered upon the work of selecting and compiling from these books songs adapted to the public schools of America. The rest of the story he tells as follows:

"In looking through the books I came to the tune to which America is written. I spelled out the notes and found the tune bright and stirring. I looked down at the words at the bottom of the page and found them to be a patriotic hymn. 'Ah,' I thought, 'patriotic, that is just the tune for a patriotic hymn. America shall have

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one of her own.' I reached for a scrap of waste paper, and in less than an hour 'America' was written, very nearly as you see it to-day."

The hymn was first sung by the Sunday School children in Park Street Church, Boston, July 4, 1832.

AMERICA

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,-
Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim's pride,
From every mountain-side
Let 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 breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our fathers' God, to Thee,
Author of Liberty,-

To Thee I sing;

Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;

Protect us by thy might,

Great God, our King.

Henry Van Dyke suggested that the following two stanzas be added to this song:

I love thine inland seas,
Thy groves and giant trees,
Thy rolling plains;

Thy river's mighty sweep,
Thy mystic canyons deep,
Thy mountains wild and steep,
All thy domains.

Thy silver eastern strands,
Thy Golden Gate that stands
Fronting the west;

Thy flowery southland fair,
Thy sweet and crystal air-
O, land beyond compare,
Thee I love best.

Whether we agree with Mr. Van Dyke or not about adding these two stanzas to "America," we can feel their beauty and the patriotism that inspired them.

SUGGESTIVE EXERCISES

1. Tell the story of the origin of this song.

2. How is every one made to feel that the song is his own?

3. How many things mentioned endear our country to us?

4. In what spirit should the first three stanzas be sung?

5. What spirit seems to enrapture all hearts and awaken in them love of country?

6. What prayer in the closing stanza?

7. What does this hymn now call to mind and consecrate in our country's history?

8. Have the whole school sing the hymn with the thought of all it stands for.

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REFERENCES

BROOKS: Our Native Land.

LANIER: America.

THOMPSON: Rule, Britannia!

ROUGET DE LISLE: The Marseillaise.

MAX SCHNECKENBURGER: Die Wacht am Rhein.

God Save the King.

Russian National Hymn.

Austrian National Hymn.

Swedish National Hymn.
TIMROD: Carolina.

BATES: America.

TAYLOR: America.

DICKINSON: Hail, Columbia!

HOVEY: Unmanifest Destiny.

BRYANT: America.

JOSEPH HOPKINSON: Hail, Columbia!

MONTGOMERY: My Country.

MORRIS: I'm With You Once Again.

ANNABEL LEE

EDGAR ALLAN POE

OTHING in the life of Edgar Allan Poe so en

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deared him to the public as his loving devotion to his wife, the beautiful Virginia. Though oppressed by a biting poverty that would have embittered many toward everything in life, he was her constant attendant as she sank, a victim to the ravages of consumption. His fidelity to this fadeless love called forth the following beautiful lyric in memory of their "more than love.”

The sublimest melodies of all literature seem to have been poured from breaking hearts. If the highly sensitive poet is capable of expressing most beautifully the sorrows of life, he is also capable of feeling them most keenly.

ANNABEL LEE

It was many and many a year ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

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