And riot unchecked o’er thy loveliest form!
Oh! Land of the Beautiful! Land of the Bright!
’Though the day of thy glory is o’er,
And the time-hallowed mountains are mantled in night
Where thy Liberty flourished before;
’Though the black brow of Bigotry scowls on thy race
Which are kissing the chains of their brutal disgrace;
’Though the torches of Freedom so long hurled about
By thy heroes of old are forever gone out;
Yet! yet shall thy Beauty shine out from the gloom,