On that shore, dimly seen through the mist of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream.
’Tis the star-spangled banner, oh, long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that foe which so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,