Was mightiest in peace; exalted thro’
The years to more than Jove’s own heights of blue,
Still ruling us from yon far golden strand!—
For thee this day is made the nation’s day;
For thee the red of dawn, the white of morn,
And spangled blue of night are all unfurled,
Are all the emblems of our love for thee,
To liberty and home God’s greatest boon,
O noblest, grandest, best of all the world!