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O beautiful, my country !
Be thine a nobler care
Than all thy wealth of commerce,
Thy harvests waving fair ;
Be it thy pride to lift up
The manhood of the poor ;
Be thou to the oppressed
Fair freedom's open door !
For thee our fathers suffered,
For thee they toiled and prayed,
Upon thy holy altar
Their willing lives they laid ;
Thou hast no common birthright,
Grand memories on thee shine ;
The blood of hardy nations
Commingled flows in thine.
O beautiful, my country !
Round thee in love we draw ;
Thine be the grace of freedom,
The majesty of law.
Be righteousness thy sceptre,
Justice thy diadem ;
And on thy shining forehead
Be peace the crowning gem.