Tho’ fairer the clime, an American never
Forgets his own colors, but loves them the more.
Thou proud flag of freedom, so lovely in peace,
So awfully grand in the dread crash of war,
Be ever unfaded ’till nations shall cease,
While there’s room in the blue for another bright star:
From danger defending, still onward, ascending;
The hope of mankind and the envy of none:
E Pluribus Unum, our motto transcending,
Till earth’s constellations are blended in one!