Classic Poem

Let the floods clap their hands!
Let the mountains rejoice!
And let all the glad lands
Breathe a jubilant voice!
The sun, that now sets on the waves of the sea,
Shall gild with his rising the land of the FREE .

Let the bondman be glad!
For their King in his might,
Who his glory hath clad
With a garment of light,
In the waters the beams of his chambers hath laid,
And in the green waters his pathway hath made.

No more shall the deep
Lend its awe-stricken waves,
In their caverns to steep
Its wild burden of slaves;
The Lord sitteth King — sitteth King on the flood,
He heard, and hath answer'd the voice of their blood.

Dispel the blue haze,
Golden fountain of morn!
With meridian blaze
The wide ocean adorn;
The sunlight has touch'd the glad waves of the sea,
And day now illumines THE LAND OF THE FREE .