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HYMN. My country 'tis of thee, Sweet land ofliberty-

 Of thee 1 sing: Land where my fathers died; Land of the pilgrims pride; From every mountains side, Let Temp'rance ring. My native country the Land of the noble, free

 Thy name l Hove: Hove 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, d Sweet freedoms song; Let infant 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 we sing; Long may our land be bright, With Temperance holy light, Protect us by thy might,

 Great God, our King