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Our CountryLewis Parker MifíerThis great broad land of ours: its sweeping plains, Its rivers deep and long, its moimtain chains, Enchant my enraptured heart with joy and pride And set me roving free from tide to tide*I love its snow'clad peaks, its lakes of blue, Its golden dawnings and its morning dew; I cherish every road ihat leads me far Toward crimson sunset and bright evening star.Fve known its summer heat, its winter cold, As through its length and breadth IVe gaily strolled^ IVe seen it stretched below as from the air IVe watched it, like a map unroll down there*Its flowering desert sands, its mighty trees, Vve taken to my heart as one ívho sees Them as his gifts from Qod whose lavish hand Has decked with living gems this lovely landOh, would that all who live within its bound Could realize that they're on holy ground; And that our lives would then as comely beAs is America land of the free.