|Object Name||Book, Song|
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[July 4th, 1913] "Battle Hymn of the Republic" Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on. Chorus: Glory, glory! Hallelujah! x 3 His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. Chorus. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. Chorus.
"Star-Spangled Banner" Oh say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists 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, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory refelcted, now shines on the stream. 'Tis the star-spangled banner: oh long may it wave o'er the land of hte free and the home of the brave.
Hail, Columbia, happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heav'n-born in band! Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, And when the storm of war was gone, Enjoyed the peace your valor won. Let independence be our boast, Ever mindful what it cost; Ever grateful for the prize, Let its altar reach the skies. Chorus: Firm, united, let us be, Rallying round our liberty; As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find. Immortal patriots! rise once more, Defend your rights, defend your shore; Let no rude foe with impious hand, Let no rude foe with impious hand, Invade the shrine where sacred lies, Of toil and blood the well-earned prize, While off'ring peace, sincere and just, In heav'n we place a manly trust, That Truth and Justice will prevail, And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail. Chorus: Behold the Chief who now commands, Once more to serve the country stands, The rock on which the storm will beat, The rock on which the storm will beat, But armed in virtue, firm tnd true, His hopes are fixed on Heav'n and you. When hope was sinking in dismay, When gloom obscur'd Columbia's day, His steady mind, from changes free, Resolved on death or liberty. Chorus.
"Columbia, The Gem of the Ocean" O Columbia, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, A world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When Liberty's form stands in view; Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue; When borne by the red, white and blue, When borne by the red, white and blue, Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue. When war winged its wide desolation, And threatened the land to deform, the ark then of freedom's foundation, Columbia, rode safe thro' the storm: With the garlands of vict'ry around her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white and blue; The boast of the red, white and blue, The boast of the red, white and blue, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white and blue.
From the service of Eleanor McGee, American Red Cross nurse at Base Hospital # 23 "The Nouvel" located in Vittel, Vosges, France from 1918-1919 (?).
|Date||July 4, 1913|
|Year Range from||1913|
|Year Range to||1913|
World War I
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