Shout for those whose course is done, -- Bow you to their setting sun, -- Souls of patriots who won Noble Liberty. Fell Brittania's tyrant power Quailed in combats fearful hour; Lowly did the Lion cower To their victory. Stars of Freedom's spangled banner! Burst ye forth in loud hosanne, While the morning breezes fan her Passing cheerfully. Celebrate with song today, Feats of eras far away Ruin to the British sway O'er Columbia | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POISON TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN A FAIRY TALE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY TO HELEN KELLER by FRANCES BEEBE AS MANY STARS by MATHILDE BLIND ON TURNING A STONE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |