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Shall we allow our Banner, revered through all the world,
From its proud height of glory, by traitors to be hurled?
No, never — though our blood be shed! our eagle stoops not so;
His haughty mien is still untamed, his head not yet brought low;
He still is soaring proudly above the Northern land;
He finds no fitting resting-place upon the Southern strand.

Then let us rally round our Flag, nor rest until again
The dove of peace unfolds her wings o'er forest and o'er plain;
Until again we meet in love a noble brother-band,
And sheathe the sword which now is drawn in terror o'er our land;
Until the glorious Stars and Stripes triumphantly once more
Shall wave o'er a united land, the country we adore!
Oh, may we yet, Americans, in freedom take our stand,
And battle bravely for the right!--God for our native land!

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