National Anthem.

By George Pope Morris

Freedom spreads her downy wings

Over all created things;

Glory to the King of kings,

Bend low to Him the knee!

Bring the heart before His throne —

Worship Him and Him alone!—

He's the only King we own —

And He has made us free!

The holiest spot a smiling sun

E'er shed his genial rays upon,

Is that which gave a Washington

The drooping world to cheer!

Sound the clarion-peals of fame!

Ye who bear Columbia's name!—

With existence freedom came —

It is man's birthright here!

Heirs of an immortal sire,

Let his deeds your hearts inspire;

Weave the strain and wake the lyre

Where your proud altars stand!

Hail with pride and loud harrahs,

Streaming from a thousand spars,

Freedom's rainbow-flag of stars —

The symbol of our land!