Classic Poem

Pure as the air that blows across
Thy many mountains old;
Warm as the fire that drives the dross
Off from the shining gold;

Bright as the stars that watch above
Thy prairies broad unrolled;
True as the truest tale of love
That e'er was sung or told;
Is the love we bear to thee,
O Queen of the Land and Sea!
Columbia! Columbia!
Thou Home of Liberty!

Long as we love the sacred ties
That love has given birth;
Long as we love the memories
That twine around each hearth;
Long as our best life-blood to thee
Shall be of any worth;
Long as we hope our heaven shall be
When we shall leave the earth;
Will we pray and fight for thee,
Will we live and die for thee;
Columbia! Columbia!
Thou Home of Liberty!