Your Country And Mine

    Sing of America, sing of our Country!
        Land of two oceans, of palm-tree and pine!
            Firm as the rock of her towering mountains,
            Free as her rivers from Heaven-born fountains,
        Unafraid as her eagle, - as true to the line;
        Sing of our Country, - your Country and mine!
    Sing of America, - self-governed Country!
        Dear Land, thou to tyranny never wilt bow;
            Ever with thee the oppressed have had haven;
            While Freedom droops, thy true sons are not craven;
        Look! They are fighting to honor thee now,
        With Victory and Peace to bejewel thy brow.
    Sing of America, - loving humanity!
        "Avenge ye the slaughtered!" Heed ye her decree;
            Ye who have reaped of the father's brave sowing,
            High hold your flag when the war winds are blowing!
        Safe for all men keep the path of the sea;
        Secure in their rights help small Nations to be.
    Fight for America, noble America!
        Liberty, Justice, and Truth - the divine, -
            Carrying onward, - her lamp proudly burning -
            Craving no empire, intrigue ever spurning,
        Over the Earth shall her beacon-light shine!
        Fight for our Country, your Country and mine!

Helen Leah Reed

Helen Leah Reed (1860-1926) was an American author and poet, renowned for her contributions to children's literature and her historical novels. She was an influential literary figure of her time, often remembered for her stories that blended education with entertainment. Reed's works reflected her deep knowledge and interest in history, making her a notable figure in early 20th-century American literature.

Helen Leah Reed

To The State. I-14 (From The Odes Of Horace)

Helen Leah Reed, Simple Poetry

The Hardy Youth. III-2 (From The Odes Of Horace)

Helen Leah Reed, Simple Poetry

The Grand Army Passes

Helen Leah Reed, Simple Poetry

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